I'm coming home to Savannah, mama
To sing my songs to that empty room
There ain't nothing for me in all of Mississippi
'Cept a thousand cigarette butts and a half written tune
My memory's shot from that shit I been smoking
And the bottles of Old Crow on the kitchen floor
But sure as hell, I'm bound to remember
The girl from the rodeo
Hear the women singing "oh, oh" from that old-time station
Coming in from Tupelo
"Oh, oh" I sang to my lover
The girl from the rodeo
It was a town full of carnies and her daddy was a rider
I'd stumbled in from a show in Selma
Pretty as a mare but stubborn as a mule
She took pity on a greenhorn with a dime store guitar
Riding in her pickup and she's playing Hank Williams
Kissing in the darkness of the drive-in show
Sipping straight whiskey out behind the stadium
The girl from the rodeo
(chorus)
But tell me why did she have to up and leave me
As the trees all turned to gold
I guess it ain't easy when you're born to follow that rodeo
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