Lyrics

[Verse]
Mama's in her apron, whistlin' a tune,
Baking pies at sunrise, thinkin' 'bout high noon,
Trains rollin' through, that lonesome whistle blow,
But on this here runway, it's a fashion show.

[Chorus]
Strut your stuff, don't be shy,
Walk that line, and reach for the sky,
Dogs barkin', trains hummin' low,
Mama's watchin' her babies at the fashion show.

[Verse 2]
Plaid shirts and denim jeans, cowboy boots so clean,
Struttin' down the platform, livin' that dream,
Funny how the farm life meets the glamour lights,
Underneath the spotlights, it’s shine so bright.

[Chorus]
Strut your stuff, don't be shy,
Walk that line, and reach for the sky,
Dogs barkin', trains hummin' low,
Mama's watchin' her babies at the fashion show.

[Bridge]
Old Blue’s waggin' his tail, givin' a bark,
As each model rolls by, leavin' their mark,
Trains rumble on, but here we stay,
Just another down-home, spectacular day.

[Verse 3]
Mama's eyes a-shinin', watchin' from afar,
Never thought her babies would ever be stars,
From the farmyard to the high style scene,
It’s all about the love, not just the routine.