Kaitlin Butts - what else can she do lyrics
[Kaitlin Butts - what else can she do lyrics]
She left the country with big city
Dreams running wild in her mind
Lookin' for love or adventure
Or anything else she could find
But her small town pretty didn't play
In the city too well
And the life that she thought would be
Heaven now feels more like hell
There's lots of sad stories
And this here's another
Of big city dreams that got
Swept down the gutter
And he said "If you leave
Don't you ever come back"
She burned all the bridges she knew
So she wakes up and puts on her apron
What else can she do?
She works twelve-hour shifts
Pouring coffee for strangers
She walks home at night, well
Aware of the dangers
But too tired to care
She dreams of a life free
Of sadness or strife
Or what it'd be like to be somebody's wife
A table with no empty chairs
So she wakes up and fills
Up her own coffee cup
And wonders if God hears her prayers
There's lots of sad stories
And this here's another
Of big city dreams that got
Swept down the gutter
And he said "If you leave
Don't you ever come back"
She burned all the bridges she knew
So she wakes up and puts on her apron
What else can she do? (Alright)
She serves up the bacon
And the money she's makin' still
Won't pay the bills
The city is busy and always in motion
But somehow for her time stands still
She wonders if happiness lies in
The country back home
And she'd like to go back
But she knows good and well that she won't
There's lots of sad stories
And this here's another
Of big city dreams that got
Swept down the gutter
And he said "If you leave
Don't you ever come back"
She burned all the bridges she knew
So she wakes up and puts on her apron
What else can she do?
So she wakes up and puts on her apron
What else can she do?
La, la, la, la
Dreams running wild in her mind
Lookin' for love or adventure
Or anything else she could find
But her small town pretty didn't play
In the city too well
And the life that she thought would be
Heaven now feels more like hell
There's lots of sad stories
And this here's another
Of big city dreams that got
Swept down the gutter
And he said "If you leave
Don't you ever come back"
She burned all the bridges she knew
So she wakes up and puts on her apron
What else can she do?
She works twelve-hour shifts
Pouring coffee for strangers
She walks home at night, well
Aware of the dangers
But too tired to care
She dreams of a life free
Of sadness or strife
Or what it'd be like to be somebody's wife
A table with no empty chairs
So she wakes up and fills
Up her own coffee cup
And wonders if God hears her prayers
There's lots of sad stories
And this here's another
Of big city dreams that got
Swept down the gutter
And he said "If you leave
Don't you ever come back"
She burned all the bridges she knew
So she wakes up and puts on her apron
What else can she do? (Alright)
She serves up the bacon
And the money she's makin' still
Won't pay the bills
The city is busy and always in motion
But somehow for her time stands still
She wonders if happiness lies in
The country back home
And she'd like to go back
But she knows good and well that she won't
There's lots of sad stories
And this here's another
Of big city dreams that got
Swept down the gutter
And he said "If you leave
Don't you ever come back"
She burned all the bridges she knew
So she wakes up and puts on her apron
What else can she do?
So she wakes up and puts on her apron
What else can she do?
La, la, la, la