She's over twelve hundred miles from home
Yeah, she left what we knew behind and now she's all alone
It's just her and a six-string guitar, she's got dreams of making it far
At times it gets tough, but the music helps her carry on

She's just a country girl that sings [?]
Addicted to the bright lights in the big city
Making it on her own, don't want the pity
At times she misses home but she knows she's on a mission

She sings, la la, la la, la la
Yeah, she sings, la la, la la, la la

Daddy's on the phone, she says, "I'm doing fine"
But that feeling inside says she might've just told a lie
Her biggest fear is letting him down and everyone else from that little old town
So she wipes away the tears, hides her fear, and sings another song

She's just a country girl that sings [?]
Addicted to the bright lights in the big city
Making it on her own, don't want the pity
At times she misses home but she knows she's on a mission

She sings, la la, la la, la la
Yeah, she sings, la la, la la, la la

She sings for the money, the tips in her bucket
Ain't enough to cut it but she learned to rough it
Running outta love, all she wants to do is sing
Now momma's on the phone, saying, "Just come home"
But she's gotta let them know their baby girl is grown
Tryna stay strong so all night long, she sings

She's just a country girl that sings [?]
Addicted to the bright lights in the big city
Making it on her own, don't want the pity
At times she misses home but she knows she's on a mission

She sings, la la, la la, la la
Yeah, she sings, la la, la la, la la
Yeah, she sings, la la, la la, la la
Yeah, she sings, la la, la la, la la