| Football lights, Friday nights
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| Don’t play no more
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| But that’s still my team
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| And back behind those bleachers
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| There’s a spot where I kissed
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| The homecoming queen
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| Spent most of my years in these ten square miles
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| It’s seen all of my tears
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| It’s seen all of my smiles
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| I always said I wanted to leave
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| Now it’s the only place I want to be
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| This is my town, this is my town
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| There ain’t an inch of road I ain’t been down
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| This is my town, this is my town
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| Long as I’m living I’ll be hanging 'round
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| It’s the middle of nowhere
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| But I call it home there
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| I ain’t afraid to say it loud and proud
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| This is my town, this is my town
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| Everybody knows everybody
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| And everybody knows me by my first name
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| As the world gets complicated
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| We just try to keep it simple
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| And stay the same
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| There’s dirt on them roads
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| I don’t want them to pave it
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| Every memory I got
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| Yeah, them dirt roads they made it
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| If you’re anything like me
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| Take your drink and raise it
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| Yeah, go on and say it
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| This is my town, this is my town
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| There ain’t an inch of road I ain’t been down
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| This is my town, this is my town
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| Long as I’m living I’ll be hanging 'round
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| It’s the middle of nowhere
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| But I call it home there
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| I ain’t afraid to say it loud and proud
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| This is my town, this is my town, yeah
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| It’s the middle of nowhere
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| But I call it home there
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| That’s what I’m all about
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| It’s where I was raised
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| At the end of my days
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| It’s where they’ll lay me down
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| This is my town, this is my town
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| There ain’t an inch of road I ain’t been down
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| This is my town, this is my town
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| Long as I’m living I’ll be hanging 'round
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| It’s the middle of nowhere
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| But I call it home there
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| I ain’t afraid to say it loud and proud
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| This is my town, this is my town
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| Oh, this is my town |