Jerry Jeff Walker
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As a teenage girl in Texas, raised on dust and weeds and cactus
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She first saw pictures of the river Seine
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From her window late at night, she'd pretend the stars were lights
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Of the cafes in the St. Germain des Pres
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And she longed to see the world, and converse with other girls
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As they laughed and talked and walked along the boulevard
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To float to Paris and the lights in a taxi late at night
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Seems like a leap of faith to make from this old farm
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But she made herself a promise that someday she'd celebrate
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Her birthday in the St. Germain des Pres
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After college she got married, she worked in theatre and had some babies
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Her life took on directions of its own
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She became a working mother, she lived her life for others
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For her husband, for the children and her home
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Then one day her grown daughter said, she was off to Europe and
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Have you ever thought about it Mom?
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She said of course I used to honey, a lot when I was your age
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But I hadn't thought about it much until right now
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She remembered the promise, that someday she's celebrate
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Her birthday in the St. Germain des Pres
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She sees how quickly life can pass by, how easily a dream dies
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You can't just live your life for someone else
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So she boards the plane for Paris, she thinks she'll need a new dress
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As she keeps that birthday promise to herself
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Oh she thought she'd do it sooner, seems so important to her
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But life moves on when you're off making plans
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But every now and then it happens, a chance appears for you to grab it
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That's why this time she just couldn't let it pass
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Cause she made herself a promise that someday she'd celebrate
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Her birthday in the St. Germain des Pres
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And later take a walk beside the Seine
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She Made Herself A Promise
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| Jerry Jeff Walker |
