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There's a "For Sale" sign on a big old rusty tractor. |
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You can't miss it, it's the first thing that you see. |
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Just up the road, a pale-blue water tower, |
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With "I Love Jenny" painted in bright green. |
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Hey, that's my Uncle Bill, there by the courthouse. |
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He'll be lowerin' the flag when the sun goes down. |
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And this is my town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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Yeah, this is my town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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Hey! |
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Where I was born, where I was raised. |
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Where I keep all my yesterdays. |
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Where I ran off 'cos I got mad, |
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An' it came to blows with my old man. |
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Where I came back to settle down, |
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It's where they'll put me in the ground: |
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This is my town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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Yeah, this is my town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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My town. |
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There ain't much goin' on here since they closed the mill. |
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But that whistle still blows ev'ry day at noon. |
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A bunch of us still go down to the diner. |
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I wonder if that interstate's still comin' through. |
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Come Sunday morning service, at the Church of Christ, |
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Well there ain't an empty seat to be found. |
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And this is my town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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Yeah, this is my town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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Where I was born, where I was raised. |
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Where I keep all my yesterdays. |
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Where I ran off 'cos I got mad, |
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An' it came to blows with my old man. |
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Where I came back to settle down, |
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It's where they'll put me in the ground: |
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This is my town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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Yeah, this is my town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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My town. |
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Well, I bought and painted up that rusty tractor. |
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You can't miss it, it's sittin' right there in our yard. |
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The County came and took that water tower, |
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And that's Jenny, with a baby, in the car. |
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Ah, we're off to Sunday service at the Church of Christ, |
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And if we want a seat, we better leave right now. |
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And maybe later, me an old T-roy will show you around, |
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Our town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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Yeah, this is my town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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Yeah, where I was born, where I was raised. |
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Where I keep all my yesterdays. |
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Where I ran off 'cos I got mad, |
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An' it came to blows with my old man. |
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Where I came back to settle down, |
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It's where they'll put me in the ground: |
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This is my town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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Yeah, this is my town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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This is my town. |
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(Na, na, na, na, na.) |
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My town. |
