Testo: Paul Thorn. A Long Way from Tupelo. Lucky 7 Ranch.

The met at a church social over
Ice cream and chemistry
Like a snowball they rolled down the hours
She'll soon be eighteen
They put a little white house on her Daddy's land
With a dog house in the back
The sun was surely shining
On the Lucky Seven Ranch

Her daddy heard 'em fighting,
Went to see what was going on
Her husband found a number
On a black and greasy phone
He saw a picture of a good-lookin' stranger
In the pocket of her dirty pants
I guess the honeymoon's officially over now
At the Lucky Seven Ranch

How could she do this to her daddy?
How could she make her momma cry?
She don't know why she made that vow,
But she's tired of living a lie
Will things ever be the same
If they give her one more chance?
Or will they take the sign down at the Lucky Seven Ranch?

She said that she was sorry
So he took her back again
But you can't grow pretty flowers
By a house built in the sand
She's gonna cook and clean
'Til the smoke dies down
But when she gets the chance
She'll slip away in the midnight hour
From the Lucky Seven Ranch

How could she do this to her daddy?
How could she make her momma cry?
She don't know why she made that vow,
But she's tired of living a lie
Will things ever be the same
If they give her one more chance?
Or will they take the sign down at the Lucky Seven Ranch?