Текст песни 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 Rouge

Poor girl's gotta pay her dues

And the speeder bus is always driving away

Oh I love what I do

But 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 belong

The 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

Her birthday was in Alabama

Father's day was in Montana

And on Mother's day I was nowhere near the phone

Every hotel bed feels the same

As the last one where I stayed

And it's bending in my sheet

And falling asleep alone

Oh I love what I do

But I wonder what I do it all forChely Wright - It's The Song - http://ru.motolyrics.com/chely-wright/its-the-song-lyrics.html

When I sing, they sing along

I forget where I am

But I know where I belong

The 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 Loretta

Maybe 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 belong

The 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

It's the song