Stanza I.
Well, back in '58 there was born a she-babe
(Twila Inez Paris is her full name, they say)
On the day football crowned the Colts as for-pay champ.
Her own dad went to light a lamp.

Stanza II.
This was her first spotlight, and it was wide;
Her own parents were living on that hillside.
Before long, she did write a praise and worship track
And that was the beginning--man, she never turned back!

Stanza III.
She grew in beauty, consicence and health.
Soon came the contracts, soon came the wealth.
Soon came Jack Wright, but too soon he felt old
As she never forgot life on the Fayetteville road.

Stanza IV.
Soon came the top hits, soon came StarSong.
Soon there were some concert tours before long.
Try as she might, though, she ever got a bad rap
When she tried to get Doves, she felt like crap;
She did not win any!

Stanza V.
Then she found out her hubby was bound to fare worse;
She feared she might have to prepare a hearse
For her love's life. She then feared for all the worst...

(Long piano/guitar duet)

Stanza VI.
But then her star rose further still and her fame still grew.
Then Sparrow Records jumped right in and right then everybody knew
That she was so great, she would deserve much better still
And she was filling concert halls at her own will!
Her utmost for His highest she gave always when she sang
About where she stood and sat when for prayer He gave bang.
One could hear her sing praise and she never did fold
‘Cos she never did forget the Fayetteville road.

Stanza VII.
But then people forgot who she was or what she did;
The radio refused to play music ‘less they kept a lid
On songs of hers. They wanted none save for Casting Crowns
And with their rise, good Twila saw her own fame go down.
But just wait! for it isn’t over quite here and now.
I believe she will make a comeback; I vow
That much like the rock bands of old, she’ll recover
To past levels of fame and we’ll all rediscover
All the music she’s written. She will get another
Of those Doves coveted by artists and others;
All will be right, my sisters and brothers.
We will ease for this chick her temporal load
As she sings of the Fayetteville road.