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Sugarland – Baby Girl lyrics
They say in this town, the stars stay up all night,
Well, I don't know, can't see 'em for the glow of the neon lights.
An' it's a long way from here to the place where the home fires burn.
Well it's two thousand miles and one left turn.
[Chorus:]
Dear Mom and Dad,
Please send money: I'm so broke that it ain't funny.
Well, I don't need much; just enough to get me through.
Please don't worry 'cause I'm all right,
See, I'm playin' here at the bar tonight.
Well, this time, I'm gonna make our dreams come true.
Well, I love you more than anything in the world,
Love,
Your baby girl.
Black Top, blue sky: big town full of little white lies.
Well, everybody's your friend: you can never be sure.
They'll promise fancy cars an' diamond rings, all sorts of shiny things,
But, girl, you'll remember what your knees are for.
[Chorus:]
Dear Mom and Dad,
Please send money: I'm so broke that it ain't funny.
Well, I don't need much; just enough to get me through.
Please don't worry 'cause I'm all right,
See, I'm playin' here at the bar tonight.
Well, this time, I'm gonna make our dreams come true.
Well, I love you more than anything in the world,
Love,
Your baby girl.
I know that I'm on my way.
Well, I can tell every time I play.
An' I know it's worth all the dues I pay,
When I can write to you and say:
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'll send money. I'm so rich that it ain't funny.
Well it oughtta be more than enough to get you through.
Please don't worry 'cause I'm all right,
See, I'm stayin' here at the Ritz tonight
Whaddya know, we made our dreams come true.
An' there are fancy cars an' diamond rings,
But you know that they don't mean a thing.
Well, they all add up to nothin' compared to you.
Well, remember me in ribbons an' curls.
I still love you more than anything in the world:
Love,
Your baby girl.
Ah yeah.
Your baby girl.
Dear Mom and Dad,
Please send money: I'm so broke that it ain't funny.
Don't need much; just enough to get me through.
Your baby girl.
Please don't worry 'cause I'm all right,
Playin' here at the bar tonight.
(Ooh, ooh, ooh.)
Dreams come true.
Well, I don't know, can't see 'em for the glow of the neon lights.
An' it's a long way from here to the place where the home fires burn.
Well it's two thousand miles and one left turn.
[Chorus:]
Dear Mom and Dad,
Please send money: I'm so broke that it ain't funny.
Well, I don't need much; just enough to get me through.
Please don't worry 'cause I'm all right,
See, I'm playin' here at the bar tonight.
Well, this time, I'm gonna make our dreams come true.
Well, I love you more than anything in the world,
Love,
Your baby girl.
Black Top, blue sky: big town full of little white lies.
Well, everybody's your friend: you can never be sure.
They'll promise fancy cars an' diamond rings, all sorts of shiny things,
But, girl, you'll remember what your knees are for.
[Chorus:]
Dear Mom and Dad,
Please send money: I'm so broke that it ain't funny.
Well, I don't need much; just enough to get me through.
Please don't worry 'cause I'm all right,
See, I'm playin' here at the bar tonight.
Well, this time, I'm gonna make our dreams come true.
Well, I love you more than anything in the world,
Love,
Your baby girl.
I know that I'm on my way.
Well, I can tell every time I play.
An' I know it's worth all the dues I pay,
When I can write to you and say:
Dear Mom and Dad,
I'll send money. I'm so rich that it ain't funny.
Well it oughtta be more than enough to get you through.
Please don't worry 'cause I'm all right,
See, I'm stayin' here at the Ritz tonight
Whaddya know, we made our dreams come true.
An' there are fancy cars an' diamond rings,
But you know that they don't mean a thing.
Well, they all add up to nothin' compared to you.
Well, remember me in ribbons an' curls.
I still love you more than anything in the world:
Love,
Your baby girl.
Ah yeah.
Your baby girl.
Dear Mom and Dad,
Please send money: I'm so broke that it ain't funny.
Don't need much; just enough to get me through.
Your baby girl.
Please don't worry 'cause I'm all right,
Playin' here at the bar tonight.
(Ooh, ooh, ooh.)
Dreams come true.
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