Standin' on side of the highway 4 exit

A lady in tie die, a bag by her side

Not really lookin' like anything special

Saw Tennessee tags and she waved for a ride



Sat right beside me as the meter hit sixty

Explainin' her travels and her family background

When she got thru I could not help but thinkin'

She's a long way from a West Nashville grand ballroom gown

Her father had money and her mother had love

Channeled entirely to her dear sister Dove

Twenty-two years in societies plan

Canceled at the swing of her dear mothers hand



Six hours later we hit Cincinnati

Yawning she woke and asked where we were

When she found out she said "I must be going"

This close to Nashville was too close for her



So I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars

She took it then kissed me and gave me a note

She told me just to read it then mail it in Nashville

On old loose leaf paper to her mother she wrote

She said Momma I'm fine if you happen to wonder

I don't have much money but I still get around

I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays

So fuck all those West Nashville grand ballroom gowns



Yea, she's a long way from the West Nashville grand

ballroom gowns