Maria Montell Di Da Di
She's on the dusty road alone
Travelling, travelling,
.Travelling alone
She loves to laugh,
she loves to live,
And she loves to love...
She left her home and family
To find the thing
she couldn't see
From the window
in her house
in the countryside
..
This small town girl..
needs to fly..
To reach her dream..
in the sky..
Ai yai yai...
And so the story goes
Di.da.di.Di.da.di.
Di.da.di.da.di.da.di
Di.da.di.Di.da.di.
Di.da.di.da.di.da.di
Di.da.di.Di.da.di.
Di.da.di.da.di.da.di..
She came to town
and went to stay.
And found a reason
there to stay.
She saw the row of folks
vanishing in the welfare lines
..And then she made
her way back home.
Strolling, strolling,
.Strolling alone.
She hated some,
She needed some,
And she loved some..
This small town girl..
needs to fly..
To reach her dream..
in the sky..
Ai yai yai...
And so the story goes
Di.da.di.Di.da.di.
Di.da.di.da.di.da.di
Di.da.di.Di.da.di.
Di.da.di.da.di.da.di
Di.da.di.Di.da.di.
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And so the story goes
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And so the story goes
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And so the story goes
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And so the story goes
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