Bethany - Hayley Reardon

Bethany is five foot

With hair down to her knees

And she carries the guitar

Of a boy she loves but never sees

And she’ll follow him to Santa Barbara

When she is just nineteen

With some money from her father

A man she loves but never sees

She, she is lost in the records

Singing Blonde in the Bleachers

She is free

But she’s tired already

So she lived out of a school bus

Parked in some old lady’s yard

And to this day she’ll thank the seventies

And the California stars

But at night she still got lonely

And the boy with the guitar

Couldn’t give a damn about it

She still held him in her heart

And she, she was lost in the records

Singing Blonde in the Bleachers

She was free

But freedom never comes easy

And love it never comes freely

Just ask Bethany

The boy with the guitar

Became a man with a full band

And he left her with a baby

Chose the road over a family

So Bethany she left there

For a farm out in the country

Raised the little girl up wild

With the horses and the daisies

And she, she is lost in the records

Singing Blonde in the Bleachers

She is free

But freedom never comes easy

And love it never comes freely

Just ask Bethany