Betty's in the Band

Bus broke down quarter mile out of town
Sold the radio for an alternator
Thank God, now top 40s out
We'll sing ourselves sick, save our talking for later

She was sneaking in the lobby, mooching motel coffee
No one dared kicking her out
She said, "Hey, where you heading? Ain't got no direction
Anywhere's cool but south, yeah, anywhere's cool but south

Now Betty's in the band, and they're calling her the man
In juke joints, rodeos and neon cathedrals
Don't hold too tight, that girl was born to fly
Yeah, Betty's in the band and she's picking up roses
No brighter light on a Friday night
No sweeter high than to watch her glide

She got bruises on her legs from the tambourine
Won't hide her hard times, she let 'em be seen
Don't count on a call or a "miss you" song
Like a shooting star, blink and she's gone

Yeah, Betty's in the band and we're filling up stands
From New Port to New York to Wyo' Cheyenne
Don't hold too tight, that girl was born to fly
Yeah, Betty's in the band, and she's picking up roses
No brighter light on a Friday night
No sweeter high than to watch her glide

Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh
Ooh-ooh

Yeah, Betty's in the band and she's picking up roses
Star of the show and everybody knows it
No brighter light on a Friday night
No sweeter high than to watch her glide

Ooh-ooh, Betty's in the band
Ooh-ooh, Betty's in the band
Ooh-ooh, Betty's in the band
Ooh-ooh, Betty's in the band

In the band, that was awesome