She was fresh out of college

First one in her family to go

And California seemed like heaven

Pulaski, Tennessee was her home

She worked on losing her southern accent

Turned her back on her Baptist ways

Bought some clothes that barely covered her fair-skinned body

Went to Nashville and caught a plane

Well the clouds, they rushed beneath her

The L.A. smog filled the air

And she smiled when the airlock opened

And the Pacific breeze blew through her hair

She thought about the boys from Alabama

Who came into town every Friday night

And drank beer out of great big glass quart bottles

And left their trail of blood and tears behind

She thought the men from California would be different

She'd grown up watching them on her TV

But the men she came to know in California

Left her longing for Pulaski, Tennessee

Good ideas always start with a full glass

And just breathing here can make a girl's nose bleed

Dreams here live and die just like a stray dog

On a dirt road somewhere in Tennessee

Well the storefronts are all filled up with eyeballs

As the policemen clear out the street

For a line of cars with their headlights burning

Driving slow through Pulaski, Tennessee