Blue skies, tall trees Flippin through pages of magazines Workin at the counter at, walgreens
Dreamin’, waitin Pinchin the pennies on minimum wage Savin what she can countin down the days Daddy says don’t go Mama says “it’s the only way she’ll know”…
So come early sunday mornin she’s gonna say goodbye past the water tower Eighty miles an hour over county lines Red bull and a blue camaro Blacktop to golden sand What lies ahead down that road Ain’t no doubt it’s a big ole world But you’re never gonna know til you, fly girl
Cornfields, farms Home sweet home ain’t goin nowhere She’s gotta find out there’s life out there Brother says good luck Grandma says “I sure am gonna miss you hon”…but
So come early sunday mornin she’s gonna say goodbye Drive past the water Eighty miles an hour over county lines Red bull and a blue camaro Blacktop to golden sand What lies ahead down that road Ain’t no doubt it’s a big ole world But could stay on the ground or, fly girl
She knows things might not go her way But she will not the coulda shoulda wouldas to the grave
Come early sunday mornin she’s gonna say goodbye Drive past the water tower eighty miles an hour over county lines Red bull and a blue camaro Blacktop to golden sand What lies ahead down that Ain’t no doubt it’s a big ole world But you’re never gonna know til you, fly girl no doubt it’s a big ole world You could stay on the ground or, fly girl Oh, Yeah.