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