Took the Continental Trailways
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'Cause I didn't have the fare
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To get from Cincinnati to Los Angeles by air
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The guy who said he'd meet me
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In a shiny limousine
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With a contract in his pocket
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Turned out to be a queen
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He could not see my body
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Or appreciate my good looks
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Had I fallen for some story
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That I read in all of the books
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But I ain't
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Goin' back
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To the bottom side of the tracks
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No, No, and I ain't
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Goin' back
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To the bottom side of the tracks
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No I ain't goin' back
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To Cincinnati
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So I got myself an agent
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With a roll of dollar bills
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And a Beverly type mansion
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In the middle of the hills
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I was friendly with producers
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And was heading out with the stars
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I played the backseat heroine
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In a thousand different cars
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From Cavalier to Playboy
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To the Johnny Carson show
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To holding up some dogfood
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For a firm in Idaho
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I've a screen-test every weekend
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And I'm constantly on call
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I'll be twenty-five next summer
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And thirty-five next fall
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But I ain't
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Goin' back
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To the bottom side of the track
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No, No, and I ain't
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Goin' back
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To the bottom side of the track
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You'll never get me to go back
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Ain't goin' back
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To Cincinnati
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Girl from Cincinnati
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| Bobbie Gentry |
