| Saw a Cadillac for the first time yesterday
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| I’d always seen horses, buggies, bales of hay
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| `Cause progress here don’t move with modern times
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| There’s nothing to steal
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| So there’s not a great deal of crime
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| It sure is hell living in a one horse town
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| There’s half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground
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| Nothing much doing of an afternoon
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| Unless you’re sitting in a rocking chair just picking a tune
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| And they ain’t too well acquainted with the stars and stripes
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| But if you want to hear Susanna then they’ll pick all night
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| They’ll pick all night
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| `Cause it’s no dice living in a one horse town
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| Laid back, as my old coon hound
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| And I just can’t wait to get out of this one horse town
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| There’s nothing to steal `cause there’s simply nothing much around
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| Sure is hell living in this one horse town
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| There’s half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground
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| And I just can’t wait to grow out of this one horse town
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| There’s nothing to steal `cause there’s nothing much around |