I was sure you’d get that star on Hollywood Blvd.
Sorry things ain’t workin’ out like you planned
Can’t believe LA can’t see
What I always thought you’d be
‘Til the day you said good-bye to your biggest fan
Are you sure you want to put that dream behind you
And come back home where the marquee lights
Won’t shine on you

Baby, this ain’t California
Its the same ol’ place you couldn’t wait to leave
So, before you make your mind up
Baby, let me warn ya
This ain’t California
And you’re not the same small town girl you used to be.

There’s no Rodeo Drive.
Just Route 55
Where I watched your taillights fade into the sun
And this place you come home to
Won’t be no Malibu
Just in case you forgot where you came from
These Smoky Mountain mornings here in Tennessee
Don’t look nothing like the postcards
You’ve sent to me

Baby, this ain’t California
Its the same ol’ place you couldn’t wait to leave
So, before you make your mind up
Baby, let me warn ya
This ain’t California
And you’re not the same small town girl you used to be.

I was sure you’d get that star on Hollywood Blvd.