| She has a rough side where she buries all the scars
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| And the freedom of a child in the midnight dark
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| All the crooked roads will only lead you home
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| This town is a woman
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| The way you talk is partly her fault
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| From the back roads to the church parking lot
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| She knows where you go when you wanna be alone
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| This town is a woman
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| You memorized her every curve
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| She took you in, she gave you nerve
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| She whispered all those dreams in your ear
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| But if she can’t make those dreams come true
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| She knows you’ll leave 'cause they always do
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| She’ll wish you well and wait for you right here
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| 'Cause this town is a woman
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| She can feel you there with her eyes closed
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| Like the Father, Son, and the Holy Ghost
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| She knows things about you nobody else knows
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| 'Cause this town is a woman
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| You memorized her every curve
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| She took you in, she gave you nerve
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| She whispered all those dreams in your ear
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| But if she can’t make those dreams come true
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| She knows you’ll leave 'cause they always do
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| So she’ll wish you well and wait for you right here
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| 'Cause this town is a woman
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| The way you curse every time she tries to change
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| And when you’re not happy, you tell her she’s to blame
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| From the freeway down to the sugarcane
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| This town is a woman
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| This town is a woman
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| This town
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| This town |