| That old hardware store’s got eight by tens
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| In black and white from way back when
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| Folks still rode their horses into town
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| See hard work and dirt on blurry faces
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| And in color ain’t much changed
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| Them buildings might be leanin', oh but they ain’t fallin' down
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| This is a tough town
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| It’s all blood, sweat, and tears
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| This is some tough ground
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| If it don’t rain it don’t grow here
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| We’ve been red, white, and blue collar, God and country all these years
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| If you see us turnin' up and burnin' down we earned it, son
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| This is a tough town
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| And this is a tough town
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| And we got outskirts full of old farmland
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| But there ain’t a rock for sale
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| 'Cause every inch has history to tell
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| Front porches full of rockin' chairs
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| Old folks and grandkids sittin' there
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| And that there’s old school love
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| They’re still holdin' calloused hands
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| This is a tough town
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| It’s all blood, sweat, and tears
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| This is some tough ground
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| If it don’t rain it don’t grow here
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| We’ve been red, white, and blue collar, God and country all these years
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| If you see us turnin' up and burnin' down we earned it, son |
| This is a tough town
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| And this is a tough town
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| We know all about the grapevine
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| Some folks love to talk
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| But if you want some of one of us
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| Just know you got us all
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| This is a tough town
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| Yeah boy, this is a tough town
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| Hell yeah, this is a tough town
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| It’s all blood, sweat, and tears
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| This is some tough ground
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| If it don’t rain it don’t grow here
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| We’ve been red, white, and blue collar, God and country all these years
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| If you see us turnin' up and burnin' down we earned it, son
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| This is a tough town
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| And this is a tough town
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| This is a tough town
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| This is a tough ass town |