In a cloud of dust
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on a greyhound bus
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she crossed the cook county line.
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Slept all the way to nashville
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big dreams running through her mind.
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She said sure as Im breathing
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I'm gonna be a big star some day
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She was jumping into the deep end
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on a leap of sweet blind faith.
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Chorus
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It's about hoping It's about dreaming
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It's about never not- believeing
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It's about taking a walk out on the wire
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and never looking down.
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It's about living instead of dying
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It's about spreading your wings and flying
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Its all about trying
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oh yeah
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It's been six years gone
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since she left home
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and she hasn't made it big yet.
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Oh but theres no second guessing
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baby, she's got no regrets.
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She still works the late shift down
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at the Greasy Spoon Cafe
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and when she brings you out your milkshake
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Honey, well you just might hear her say...
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(Chorus)
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It's about hoping It's about dreaming
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It's about never not- believeing
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It's about taking a walk out on the wire
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and never looking down.
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It's about living instead of dying
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It's about spreading your wings and flying
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Its all about trying
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oh yeah
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It's not wheather you win or lose its
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getting in the game
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once you set your wings in motion
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well you'll never be the same
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repeat chorus
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Tryin'
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Pam Tillis |