Pulaski

She was fresh out of college
 The first one in her family to go
 and California seemed like heaven,
 Pulaski, Tennessee was her home
 She worked on losing her southern accent
 and turned her back on her Baptist ways
 She bought some clothes that barely covered her fair skinned body,
 Went to Nashville and caught a plane
 The clouds rushed beneath her as the LA smog filled the air
 She smiled when the airlock opened
 and the Pacific breeze blew through her hair
 She thought about the boys from Alabama
 Who came into town every Friday night
 and drank beer out of big glass quart bottles
 and left their trail of blood and tears behind
 She thought the men from California would be different
 She'd grown up watching them on her TV
 But the men she came to know in California
 Left her longing for Pulaski, Tennessee
 Good ideas always start with a full glass
 and just breathing here can make a girl's nose bleed
 Dreams here live and die just like a stray dog on a dirt road somewhere in Tennessee
 The storefronts all filled up with eyeballs
 As the policemen clear out the street
 For a line of cars with their headlights burning
 Driving slow through Pulaski, Tennessee