| If you blink, you might miss it
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| Population 803
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| Five miles long, four miles wide, feels just right to me
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| Where a handshake still means something
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| And the little man still counts
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| Water tastes like it’s supposed to
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| Yeah, folks 'round here are proud
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| To be from a little town
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| Well, the stars, they just seem brighter
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| And the pace is nice and slow
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| And families stay together
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| God must be smilin' down here on little town
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| There’s a cardboard lemonade stand at the end of our drive
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| For fifty cents they’ll fill you up
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| He’s seven and she’s five
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| An' in the fall, there’s football Fridays
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| We pack the kids an' we head out
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| We climb the stands and pass the band
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| And join the hometown crowd
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| And scream for little town
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| Well, the stars, they just seem brighter
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| And the pace is nice and slow
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| And families stay together
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| God must be smilin' down here on little town
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| Aren’t you glad we settled down here in little town?
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| If you blink, you might miss it
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| Population 803
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| Five miles long, four miles wide, feels just right to me |