She's on the dusty road alone
Travelling, travelling, travelling alone
She loves to laugh, she loves to live, and she loves to love

She left her home and family
To find the thing she couldn't see
From the window in her house in the countryside

This small town girl needs to fly
To reach her dream in the sky
Ai yai yai

And so the story goes
Di...da...di...di...da...di...da...di...da...di...da..di...da...di
And so the story goes
Di...da...di...di...da...di...da...di...da...di...da...di..da...di

She came to town and went to stay
And found a reason there to stay
She saw the row of folks vanishing in the welfare lines

And then she made her way back home
Strolling, strolling, strolling alone
She hated some, she needed some, and she loved some

And so the story goes
Di..da...di...di...da....di...da...di...da...di...da...di..da...di
And so the story goes
Di..da...di...di...da....di...da...di...da...di...da...di..da...di