| Mama locked the door last night for the first time in all of her years
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| I said mama you gotta be kidding me, she said things ain’t like
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| they used to be round here
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| You just wouldn’t believe it, kids growing up without Jesus,
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| good thing your daddy ain’t here to see this now
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| They stay higher than the water tower in this 35 MPH Town
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| She said it ain’t the drugs, it ain’t the booze, I’ve had a backroad
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| buzz or two,
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| myself It seems like heaven is slipping further away,
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| the devil ain’t got far to go when they raise hell
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| We used to burn a hole through midnight, smoking a stolen Marlboro Light
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| and on a good night might kill a 5th of Crown But now there’s a lower
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| higher power in this 35 MPH town
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| Oh we can’t blame the babies for growing up lazy
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| And crazy it ain’t them that let them down
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| If they ain’t stealing, they’re suing, why work when we’ll give it to 'em
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| It’s right there in the bible that we don’t put out
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| Spare the rod and you’ll sour a 35 MPH town
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| The «yes mam"'s gone and the «please"'s too,
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| It’s out the door with the «thank you"in the evening
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| You don’t see a front yard football game
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| The neighbor kids have done away with the shirt and skins
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| No one hits the front porch lights to get the kids to come inside
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| Cause the streets ain’t safe for a bike to ride down
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| Since they planted a prowler in this 35 MPH town
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| No they’re going nowhere fast tonight no matter how fast they drive
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| this 35 Hour Town |