Big City


I might've not got best dressed,

but Lauen Conrad will be my invisible guest

in the back of my mind as I sign away scholarships

to get me through time.

I cheer and I choreoraph for a team so sweet

the girls I've got to know and see grow

will never leave me.

As I say goodbye and pack up for California

from my Farmer Joe town,

I remember each face I saw,

each life I changed,

and each quiet girl who shines out now.

My little world,

you will not be forgotten.

From deep in the heart of Texas

to where the buffalo roam,

I know I'll alway have a home.



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