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Different day, different town Set it up to tear it down Lord, I ain't been home in almost fifty days Houston, Baton Rouge A poor girl's got to pay her dues This beat-up bus is always driving away Oh, I love what I do But I wonder what I do it all for.
Chorus: But when I sing, they sing along I forget where I am, but I know where I belong The reason why I'm standin' here It's not the miles, it's not the pay It's not the show, it's not the fame That makes it home, it's the song.
My birthday was in Alabma Father's Day was in Montana And on Mother's Day I was nowhere near a phone Every hotel bed feels the same As the last one where I stayed It's vending machines and falling asleep alone I love what I do But I wonder what I do it all for.
Chorus: But when I sing, they sing along I forget where I am, but I know where I belong The reason why I'm standin' here It's not the miles, it's not the pay It's not the show, it's not the fame That makes it home, it's the song.
Dolly and Loretta maybe some Patsy Cline 'I'm so lonesome I could cry' When I sing they sing along I forget where I am but I know where I belong The reason why I'm standing here It's not the ride, it's not the name It's not just staying in the game It's not the miles, it's not the pay It's not the show, it's not the pay That makes it home, it's the song...
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