Well, way back in their younger days, when they were
running wild,
My Daddy had a dream, and Momma had a child.
He said: "Girl you can't be tying me down, I'm only
seventeen.
"An' a man's gotta get around, if you know what I
mean."
Then my Momma said: "Go on," as she stood and cried,
And my Daddy said: "I'm gone. I gotta live my life."
An' I was born one summer night,
When the world loved Patsy Cline.
I was raised by the tracks, in a tar-paper shack,
On the Georgia-Alabama line.
Momma taught me how to play and sing,
And we headed up to Tennessee.
Momma sold my soul on Country rock and roll,
But Daddy laid the blues on me.
Well I signed that dotted line, and I climbed my way to
being a star.
When I ran across my Daddy, in a downtown Tallahasse
bar.
He said: "Girl there ain't no life on the road: you
better come with
me."
I said: "Dad, I gotta get around if you know what I
mean."
Well my Daddy said: "Come on," with a tear in his eye.
I said: "Sorry Daddy, I'm gone, I gotta live my life,"
An' I was born one summer night,
When the world loved Patsy Cline.
I was raised by the tracks, in a tar paper shack,
On the Georgia-Alabama line.
Momma taught me how to play and sing,
And we headed up to Tennessee.
Momma sold my soul on Country rock and roll,
But Daddy laid the blues on me.
An' I was born one summer night,
When the world loved Patsy Cline.
I was raised by the tracks, in a tar-paper shack,
On the Georgia-Alabama line.
Momma taught me how to play and sing,
And we headed up to Tennessee.
Momma sold my soul on Country rock and roll,
But Daddy laid the blues on me.
Yeah, Momma sold my soul on Country rock and roll,
But Daddy laid the blues on me.