I'm getting too used to this way of life.
Fame is a baby, she rocks me at night.
Far from the cold and the brash city lights,
We purchase from sorrow a moment's respite.
And each time you smile,
I know
I would follow you a country mile,
For all that I'm chasing
Is worthless and vile.
I was a backwater girl, home most nights.
That was before I saw my name in lights.
Stardom and squalor were not dreams of mine.
But I've seen the Hollywood sign now,
And how it shines.
But when you smile,
I swear
I would follow you a country mile.
Please save me before I do things
That aren't worth my while.
And each time you smile,
I swear,
I would follow you a country mile.
If you would just smile, a country mile.