| In my hometown
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| Population just a few thousand
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| All of them kids at the drive-in
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| After Friday nights football game
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| That’s the same place
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| Where mom and dad went on their first date
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| Had the same burger I just ate
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| Man, some things never change
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| That’s what made me who I am today
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| Gave me a million songs to play
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| And when the radio’s on I just don’t understand
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| Because tractors ain’t sexy and workin' is hard
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| For small town people like me
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| And the radio’s full of rich folks singin'
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| ‘Bout places they’ve never seen
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| Now I ain’t saying that their lives ain’t hard,
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| I’d love to hear about it sometime
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| But let them sing about their own life
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| And I’ll sing about mine
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| I’m not complaining
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| Running my mouth like an old man
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| Talking ‘bout a world that’s changing
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| And how it’s given up on me
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| I’m just saying down at Nick’s on the weekend
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| The small town anthems they’re singing
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| Don’t sound like what you see
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| When you talk about the dairy queen,
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| Pick up trucks and Springsteen
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| Make the place I love sound like a bad cartoon
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| Because tractors ain’t sexy and workin' is hard
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| For small town people like me
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| And the radio’s full of rich folks singing
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| ‘Bout the places they’ve never seen
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| Now I ain’t saying that their lives ain’t hard,
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| I’d love to hear about it sometime
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| But let them sing about their own life
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| And I’ll sing about mine
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| And if you want a song about
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| A place like my hometown
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| Take a weekend and come on down
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| It won’t take long to see
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| ‘Cause tractors ain’t sexy and workin' is hard
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| For small town people like me
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| And the radio’s full of rich folks singing
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| ‘Bout places they’ve never seen
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| Now I ain’t saying that their lives ain’t hard,
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| I’d love to hear about it sometime
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| But let them sing about their own life
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| And I’ll sing about mine
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| They can sing about their own life,
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| I’ll sing about mine |