| Well I was born in a small town
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| And I live in a small town
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| Prob’ly die in a small town
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| Oh, those small — communities
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| All my friends are so small town
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| My parents live in a same small town
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| My job is so small town
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| Provides little opportunity, hey!
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| Educated in a small town
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| Taught to fear Jesus in a small town
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| Used to daydream in that small town
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| But I’ve seen it all in a small town
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| Had myself a ball in a small town
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| Married an L.A. doll and brought her to this small town
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| Now she’s small town just like me No I cannot forget where it is that I come from
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| I cannot forget the people who love me Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
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| And people let me be just what I want to be Got nothing against a big town
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| Still hayseed enough to say
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| Look who’s in the big town
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| But my bed is in a small town
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| Oh, that’s good enough for me Well I was born in a small town
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| And I can breathe in a small town
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| Gonna die in a small town
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| Ah, that’s prob’ly where they’ll bury me |