Standin' on side of the highway 4 exit
  A lady in tie die, a bag by her side
  Not really lookin' like anything special
  Saw Tennessee tags and she waved for a ride
  
  Sat right beside me as the meter hit sixty
  Explainin' her travels and her family background
  When she got thru I could not help but thinkin'
  She's a long way from a West Nashville grand ballroom gown
  Her father had money and her mother had love
  Channeled entirely to her dear sister Dove
  Twenty-two years in societies plan
  Canceled at the swing of her dear mothers hand
  
  Six hours later we hit Cincinnati
  Yawning she woke and asked where we were
  When she found out she said "I must be going"
  This close to Nashville was too close for her
  
  So I stopped by the roadside and I gave her five dollars
  She took it then kissed me and gave me a note
  She told me just to read it then mail it in Nashville
  On old loose leaf paper to her mother she wrote
  She said Momma I'm fine if you happen to wonder
  I don't have much money but I still get around
  I haven't made church in near thirty-six Sundays
  So fuck all those West Nashville grand ballroom gowns
  
  Yea, she's a long way from the West Nashville grand
  ballroom gowns