| I just turned twenty-nine three years in a row
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| Too young to be the president
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| Too old to turn pro
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| But when the seventies came and elvis died
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| I could not fill his shoes
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| But oh how I tried
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| It was the life and time of a small town hero
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| But it’s another day
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| I’ve got my wife, my kids, a job and it’s ok
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| This letter of intent now, is just for show
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| They say it’s lonely at the top
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| So I did not go
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| Andy went to Vietnam back in sixty-five
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| While some folks kept from going
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| He kept some folks alive
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| A purple heart is on his shelf
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| That he never wears
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| A broken one sit in his chest
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| For what he lost there
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| It was the life and times of a small town hero
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| But it’s another day
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| He’s got his wife, his kids, a job and it’s ok
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| The letter from the president now, is just for show
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| He could have hid out way up north
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| But he did not go
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| John got his notice, gonna take the farm away
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| He worked it half his life
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| He worked Ii every day
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| He burned his fields his crops
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| And the barn before they came
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| The neighbors cheered and watched as john walked away |
| It was the life and times of a small town hero
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| But it’s another day
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| He’s got his wife, his kids, a job and it’s ok
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| The letter from the bank went up in smoke
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| Just when they thought he was down
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| He did not go
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| It was the life and times of a small town hero |