She had a baby called Izabella Case She was a little pretty girl with a sad looking face Fifteen years since she saw her father go away He left them on a friday afternoon, she never saw his face again Carolina Case was the mother of a child Who had the whole world figured out since she arrived Just about eight o' clock every single day She drove ten miles in her car just to see the trains go away Lonely stars Lonely stars shine upon you constantly Well, pretty little girls see pretty little things She thought if I were that pretty anybody would love me Nothin' worth rememberin' now that everything is lost Puts her hand in her pocket, wishing she was dust La la la la la la la La la la la la la Lonely stars Lonely stars shine upon you constanstly Well, Bobby Case was a son of a bitch When he arrived on a Tuesday noon He said "Izabella I've come to take you home I've got my car right here and I've been waitin' for so long" And Izabella died there right on the spot Waved goodbye to her mother, and then she was off La la la la la la la La la la la la la la La la la la la la la Whooh!