Lyrics: Hailey Whitters/Nicolle Galyon/Jimmy Robbins
Music: Hailey Whitters/Nicolle Galyon/Jimmy Robbins
Daddy threw a hammer, Mama taught her to dream
She's a first-generation homecoming queen
Got a mailbox letter, gonna make 'em all proud
She's the first one to make it to a college town
Boyfriend throws a ball, he's got a hell of an arm
He'll be a first-string freshman, fresh off the farm
They already named their babies, got a ring picked out
As if they stand a chance against college town
She knows it all goin' in, not a thing comin' out
She's got the world in her hands, four yΠ΅ars to find out
How to dress up and mess up and wake up drunk on a couch
ShΠ΅'ll get a heartbreak degree when love lets her down
They don't teach you in school what you learn in a college town
She'll come home for Christmas and cut off her hair
Got a whole new opinion her parents don't share
They'll put her in her place, they'll put her feet on the ground
She's on the first two-lane back to that college town
She knows it all goin' in, not a thing comin' out
She's got the world in her hands, four years to find out
How to dress up and mess up and wake up drunk on a couch
And she'll change her major, she's a poli-sci now
They don't teach you in school what you learn in a college town
Losing her inhibitions
And finding her voice, yeah
She's makin' real big decisions
Makin' out with the boys
She's makin' all kinds of noise
She knows it all goin' in, not a thing comin' out
She's got the world in her hands, four years to find out
How to dress up and mess up and wake up drunk on a couch
She'll get a real crash course in what real life's about
They don't teach you in school what you learn in a college town
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah