"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?

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