Letra

She was dancing in a sundress on a Carolina sunset on the last night of Merle Fest Told me she ain't missed one since the summer she turned 18 Hit that road on a gyspy dream Hitched a ride in a beat up van following her favorite band And Now she's a Bonaroo baby, she's Coachella crazy, She'll be Folking out in Newport, you've probably seen her before Up at Lollapalooza, In the muddy Wakarusa, She'll be at the Hangout down in Alabama, Just look for the girl in the blue bandana Whoah, Whoah She had a flower in her hair, a little smoke was in the air We were chillin' in some lawnchairs saying we wish we could've seen Woodstock Told me she was leaving in the morning, heading down to New Orleans Said boy, you oughta come along and I knew I shoulda gone She's a Bonaroo baby, she's Coachella crazy, She'll be folking out in Newport, you've probably seen her before Up at Lollapalooza, In the muddy Wakarusa, She'll be at the Hangout down in Alabama, Just look for the girl in the blue bandana Whoa whoa Several thousand faces in a crowd And I know she's out there somewhere jamming out She's my Bonaroo baby, she's Coachella crazy, She'll be Folking out in Newport, you've probably seen her before Up at Lollapalooza, In the muddy Wakarusa, She'll be at the Hangout down in Alabama, Just look for the girl in the blue bandana Whoa, whoa, Now I got a beat up van and I'm driving across this land Looking for a blue bandana
Writer(s): Ben Goldsmith, Cj Solar, Andrew Scott Wills Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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