It's the Song Songtext
von Chely Wright

Different day, different town
Set it up to tear it down
Lord, I ain′t been home in almost fifty days
Houston, Baton Rouge
Poor girl's gotta pay her dues
And this beat up 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 it home
It's the song
My birthday was in Alabama
Father′s Day was in Montana
And on Mother's Day, I was nowhere near a phone
Every hotel bed feels the same
As the last one where I stayed
And it′s vending machines and falling asleep alone


Yeah, 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
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
Ooh, it's the song