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She's got three dollars and forty-eight cents
That she dug out of the ashtray
She's been hiding it in her front right pocket
Saving for a chance to get away
Never fails, he's always shaking her down
He grabs her face and says girl you're never gonna leave this town

Now she's southbound on the Greyhound
Finding her way home
Mama bought her a ticket
And a chance to prove him wrong
There may be some times when you're needing a clean slate
Baby, if you want the sweet life
You better navigate

He's been pulling doubles and covering shifts
Working so hard for a base pay
Always enough to pay the bills
But never save up for a rainy day
Every day he dreams there'll be a way out
The boss says, sorry man, you can't clock out

And now he's eastbound on the runway
Making a change
His own company off the ground
That American dream underway
There's something to be said
For making your own way
Baby, if you want the sweet life
You better navigate

I was born to a man with a gun in his hand
That fell to Agent Orange
A mama whose mind was twisted so blind
From a closet and the floor
Verdict came down that I would belong to the state
Baby girl's uncle trying to give her
One last get way

I've been southbound on the Harley
Fleeing the state
I've been westbound through the painted desert
Back in 1998
You don't always know where you're gonna have to go
Baby, if you want the sweet life
You better navigate

You better navigate
You better navigate