Took the Continental Trailways   'Cause I didn't have the fare   To get from Cincinnati to Los Angeles by air      The guy who said he'd meet me   In a shiny limousine   With a contract in his pocket   Turned out to be a queen      He could not see my body   Or appreciate my good looks   Had I fallen for some story   That I read in all of the books      But I ain't   Goin' back   To the bottom side of the tracks   No, No, and I ain't   Goin' back   To the bottom side of the tracks   No I ain't goin' back   To Cincinnati      So I got myself an agent   With a roll of dollar bills   And a Beverly type mansion   In the middle of the hills      I was friendly with producers   And was heading out with the stars   I played the backseat heroine   In a thousand different cars      From Cavalier to Playboy   To the Johnny Carson show   To holding up some dogfood   For a firm in Idaho      I've a screen-test every weekend   And I'm constantly on call   I'll be twenty-five next summer   And thirty-five next fall      But I ain't   Goin' back   To the bottom side of the track   No, No, and I ain't   Goin' back   To the bottom side of the track   You'll never get me to go back   Ain't goin' back   To Cincinnati