It's the song

Different day, different town

Set it up to tear it down

Oh, I ain't been home in almost fifty days

Houston, Baton

RougePoor girl's gotta pay her dues

And this beat up bus is always drivin' away

Oh, I love what

I doBut I wonder what

I do it all for

But when I sing, they sing along

I forget where

I am but I know where

I belongThe reason why

I'm standing 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

Her birthday was in

AlabamaFather's

Day was in

MontanaAnd on

Mother's Day,

I was nowhere near the phone

Every hotel bed feels the same

As the last one where

I stayedAnd it's vending machines and fallin' asleep alone

Yeah, I love what

I doBut I wonder what

I do it all for

But when I sing, they sing along

I forget where

I am but I know where

I belongThe reason why

I'm standing here

It's not the miles, it's not the pay

It's not the show, it's not the fame that makes this home

It's the song

Dolly and

LorettaMaybe some

Patsy Cline

I'm so lonesome,

I could cry

But when I sing, they sing along

I forget where

I am but I know where

I belongThe 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 fame that makes this home

It's the song, ooh, it's the song