| This a real small town
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| Full of real fine folks
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| Who fell on real hard times
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| When the boom went broke
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| And they work real hard
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| And they pray real loud
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| 'Cause there’s a real big heart
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| In this real small town
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| The cost of living
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| It may shift just like sand
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| But on my grandfather’s land
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| It’s been steady as his hand
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| I used to hold when
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| We’d go out and check the cows
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| And that’s where he taught me how
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| To make my living from the ground
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| And I don’t intend to let him down
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| 'Cause this a real small town
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| Full of real fine folks
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| Who fell on real hard times
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| When the boom went broke
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| And they work real hard
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| And they pray real loud
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| 'Cause there’s a real big heart
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| In this real small town
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| Every Sunday
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| I start the week off gettin' right
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| Get direction for my life
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| At the downtown church of Christ
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| Next to the courthouse
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| Where they decorate the grass
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| With fifty-seven flags
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| For the lives we won’t get back
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| And I don’t intend to forget the past
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| This a real small town
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| Full of real fine folks
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| Who fell on real hard times
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| When the boom went broke
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| And they work real hard
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| And they pray real loud
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| 'Cause there’s a real big heart
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| In this real small town
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| I couldn’t paint a picture of this place
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| In my younger days
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| Oh, how times change
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| 'Cause this a real small town
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| Full of real fine folks
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| Who fell on real hard times
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| When the boom went broke
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| And they work real hard
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| And they pray real loud
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| 'Cause there’s a real big heart
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| In this real small town
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| Yeah there’s a real big heart
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| In this real small town |