Testo Betty's In The Band

Bus broke down quarter mile out of town
Sold the radio for an alternator
Thank God now top 40’s 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 ya 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

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

Ohhh Betty’s in the band
Ohhh Betty’s in the band
Ohh Betty’s in the band
Ohhh Betty’s in the band