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