| I remember walk’in round the court square sidewalk
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| Lookin’in windows at things I couldn’t want
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| There’s johnson’s hardware and morgans jewelry
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| And the ol’Lee king’s apothecary
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| They ware the little man
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| The little man
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| I go back now and the stores are all empty
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| Except for an old coke sign from 1950
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| Boarded up like they never existed
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| Or renovated and called historic districts
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| There goes the little man
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| There goes the little man
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| Now the court square’s just a set of streets
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| That the people go round but they seldom think
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| Bout the little man that built this town
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| Before the big money shut em down
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| And killed the little man
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| Oh the little man
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| He pumped your gas and he cleaned your glass
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| And one cold rainy night he fixed your flat
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| The new stores came where you do it yourself
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| You buy a lotto ticket and food off the shelf
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| Forget about the little man
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| Forget about that little man
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| He hung on there for a few more years
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| But he couldn’t sell slurpees
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| And he wouldn’t sell beer
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| Now the bank rents the station
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| To a down the road
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| And sell velvet Elvis and
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| Second-hand clothes
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| There goes little man
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| There goes another little man
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| Now the are lined up in a concrete strip
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| You can buy the world with just one trip
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| And save a penny cause it’s jumbo size
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| They don’t even realize
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| They’er killin’the little man
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| Oh the little man
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| It wasn’t long when I was a child
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| An old black man came with his plow
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| He broke the ground where we grew our garden
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| Back before we’d all forgot about the little man
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| The little man
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| Long live the little man
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| God bless the little man |