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Hot summers at the county fair
Matching tiaras in our hair
Always been a sucker for Hollywood Americana
Ferris wheel rustin’ at the seams
Whistlin’ at the rodeo beauty queens
Carnies by the Tilt-A-Whirl smokin’ marijuana
I saw my sister cry when they called her “white trash”
Told her, “Don’t worry, baby, I got your back”
We’re gonna run from this town
Glamour queen, don’t turn it down
One-way ticket, suicide mission
Sing your song to those who listen
Go, find your route
Your rhinestones, wear ‘em out
Glitter paved the way that made this tomboy cowgirl
My yellow Chevy pickup couldn’t make it
All the way to Cali, got to Loop 323
And the engine, yeah, it caught on fire
Had a friend drive me all the way out to LA
Saw cheap knockoff affirmations
He said, “You better not let LA change you”
When I started to cry ‘cause I felt like shit
He said, “Don’t worry, baby, you know you got this”
You’re gonna run, run this town
Glamour queen, don’t turn it down
One-way ticket, suicide mission
Sing your song to those who listen
Go, find your route
Your rhinestones, wear ‘em out
Glitter paved the way that made this tomboy cowgirl
Tomboy cowgirl
Tomboy cowgirl
Tomboy cowgirl
Tomboy cowgirl
And if they give you shit
‘Cause you’re standing out
Misunderstood
But you’re gonna find your crowd
Oh sometimes you take a hit
Sometimes you take a bow
There’s enough space for you to be seen
We all need the same damn thing
‘Cause no matter where you’re from
No matter where you go
You can run, run your town
Glamour queen, don’t turn it down
One-way ticket, suicide mission
Sing your song to those who listen
Go, find your route
Your rhinestones, wear ‘em out