Bus broke down quarter mile out of town

Sold the radio for an alternator

Thank God now top 40’s out

We’ll sing ourselves sick save our talking for later

She was sneaking in the lobby

Mooching motel coffee

No one dared kicking her out

She said “hey where ya heading?

Ain’t got no direction

Anywhere’s cool but south

Yeah anywhere’s cool but south. ”

Now Betty’s in the band and they’re calling her the man

In juke joints, rodeos and neon cathedrals

Don’t hold too tight that girl was born to fly

Yeah Betty’s in the band and she’s picking up roses

No brighter light on a Friday night

No sweeter high than to watch her glide

She got bruises on her legs from the tambourine

Won’t hide her hard times she let ‘em be seen

Don’t count on a call or a miss you song

Like a shooting star, blink and she’s gone

Yeah Betty’s in the band and we’re filling up stands

From New Port to New York to Wyo Cheyenne

Don’t hold too tight that girl was born to fly

Yeah Betty’s in the band and she’s picking up roses

No brighter light on a Friday night

No sweeter high than to watch her glide

Betty’s in the band and she’s picking up roses

Star of the show and everybody knows it

No brighter light on a Friday night

No sweeter high than to watch her glide

Ohh Betty’s in the band

Ohh Betty’s in the band

Ohh Betty’s in the band

Ohh Betty’s in the band