I took the Continental Trail ways cuz I didn't have the faith to get from Cincinnati to Los
Angeles by air.
The guy who said he'd meet me in a shiny limousine with a contract in his pocket turned out to
be a queen.
He could not see my body or appreciate my good looks, had I fallen for some story that
I read in all the books.
But I ain't goin' back to the bottom side of the tracks, no, no, and I ain't goin'
back to Cincinnati.
So I got myself an agent with a roll of dollar bills and a Beverly-tied mansion in the middle
of the hills.
I was thrillin' with producers and was hangin' out with the stars.
I played the backseat heroine in a thousand different cars.
From caballin' and playboyin' to the Johnny Carson show, to holdin' up some dog food for
a feminine Idaho.
I have a screen test every weekend and I'm constantly on call.
I'll be twenty-five next summer and thirty-five next fall.
But I ain't goin' back to the bottom side of the tracks, no, no, and I ain't goin' back
to the bottom side of the tracks.
I ain't goin' back to Cincinnati.