(Bonnie Baker and Katrina Elam)

Different day, different town
Set it up to tear it down
Lord, I ain't been home in almost fifty days
Houston, Baton Rouge
A poor girl's got to pay her dues
This beat-up bus is always drivin' away
Oh, I love what I do
But I wonder what I do it all for.

Chorus:
But when I sing, they sing along
I forget where I am, but I know where I belong
The reason why I'm standin' here
It's not the miles, it's not the pay
It's not the show, it's not the fame
That makes it home, it's the song.

My birthday was in Alabma
Father's Day was in Montana
And on Mother's Day I was nowhere near a phone
Every hotel bed feels the same
As the last one where I stayed
And it's vending machines and falling asleep alone
Yeah, I love what I do
But I wonder what I do it all for.

Chorus:
But when I sing, they sing along
I forget where I am, but I know where I belong
The reason why I'm standin' here
It's not the miles, it's not the pay
It's not the show, it's not the fame
That makes it home, it's the song.

Dolly and Loretta maybe some Patsy Cline
"I'm so lonesome I could cry"
When I sing they sing along
I forget where I am but I know where I belong
The reason why I'm standing here
It's not the ride, it's not the name
It's not just staying in the game
It's not the miles, it's not the pay
It's not the show, it's not the fame
That makes it home, it's the song,

It's the song...