Somebody's Somethin' (Live)

She grew up playing cowgirl in a railroad town. She dreamed of seeing Hollywood someday. She knew some distant Friday night with a cigarette to hold just right Fate would come and carry her away. She's have jumped that train and Headed west if it ever would have caught her. She was just 15 and still somebody's daughter. She was married in December in a dress her mama made. She looked all grown up standing there like that. Had a honeymoon in Memphis town, looked for Elvis all around, Made love in the Greyhound coming back. As far as she could see from there those were just the facts of life You went from somebody's daughter to somebody's wife. She's always been somebody's something. She's been everything but alone. A daughter, a lover, a wife, and a mother-- She's lived every life but her own. She'd say, "That's just called being a woman." She's always been somebody's something. She learned to cook him dinner in a little shotgun house, And she tried sew to save a little cash. Pretty soon a baby came, and they flipped a coin to pick a name, Learned to live on mostly back to back. She still heard that distant train going somewhere or another But there she was, somebody's mother. She's always been somebody's something. She's been everything but alone. A daughter, a lover, a wife, and a mother-- She's lived every life but her own. She'd say, "That's just called being a woman." She's always been somebody's something. She wonders what it might be like to be somebody else. She wonders what it'd feel like to be free. When she tries to imagine being nobody's nothing, That's someone she'd never want to be. She's always been somebody's something. She's been everything but alone. A daughter, a lover, a wife, and a mother-- She's lived every life but her own. She'd say, "That's just called being a woman." She's always been somebody's something.