Betty's In The BandAbigail Rose & Weston HunterIntroVerseBus Broke Down Quarter Mile Out Of TownSold The Radio For An AlternatorThank God Now Top 40’S OutWe’ll Sing Ourselves Sick Save Our Talking For LaterShe Was Sneaking In The LobbyMooching Motel CoffeeNo One Dared Kicking Her OutShe Said “Hey Where Ya Heading?Ain’t Got No DirectionAnywhere’s Cool But SouthYeah Anywhere’s Cool But South.”ChorusNow Betty’s In The Band And They’re Calling Her The ManIn Juke Joints, Rodeos And Neon CathedralsDon’t Hold Too TightThat Girl Was Born To FlyYeah Betty’s In The Band And She’s Picking Up RosesNo Brighter Light On A Friday NightNo Sweeter High Than To Watch Her GlideInstrumentalVerseShe Got Bruises On Her Legs From The TambourineWon’t Hide Her Hard Times She Let ‘Em Be SeenDon’t Count On A Call Or A Miss You SongLike A Shooting Star, Blink And She’s GoneChorusYeah, Betty’s In The Band And We’re Filling Up StandsFrom New Port To New York To Wyo CheyenneDon’t Hold Too TightThat Girl Was Born To FlyYeah Betty’s In The Band And She’s Picking Up RosesNo Brighter Light On A Friday NightNo Sweeter High Than To Watch Her GlideInstrumentalChorusYeah Betty’s In The Band And She’s Picking Up RosesStar Of The Show And Everybody Knows ItNo Brighter Light On A Friday NightNo Sweeter High Than To Watch Her GlideOutroOoh Oooohhh Betty’s In The BandOoh Oooohhh Betty’s In The BandOoh Oooohhh Betty’s In The BandOoh Oooohhh Betty’s In The Band
