Laura came from Wisconsin in 1985nShe was made from Georgia clay and bones from Adam's sidenAnd God called her to Tennesse to plant a garden divinenBut Eden was two doors too dead traveling down 65nnDo you remember how slow you drove on your way home?nSmoking your last cigarettenBut are you sorry for what you did?nAre you sorry for what you did, what you did?nnLaura's mouth is as big as the river is widenM-I-S-S-I-S-S-I-P-P-InHer breasts are snow peaked mountain topsnColorado pridenIndiana fell out of love on I-65nnDo you remember how slow you drove on your way home?nSmoking your last cigarettenBut are you sorry for what you did?nAre you sorry for what you did, what you did?nnEveryone tells me I'm beautiful (x9)