| I grew up in a tiny town
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| Sidewalks rolled up When the sun went down
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| And we played in the street
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| Til my mom said come eat
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| In that tiny town
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| My dad ran station by the railroad track
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| Half his life he spent on his back
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| Underneath a car
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| Lord he worked so hard
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| In that tiny town
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| They say home is where your heart is And I guess it’s true
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| And they say you can’t go back but I close my eyes
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| And I’m driving through
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| My mom sold Avon is the neighborhood
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| And I’d wait in the car hoping she’d done good
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| So I’d have a dime to spend on the ice cream man
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| In that tiny town
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| Got the car when I was just fifteen
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| Five dollars bought a lot of gasoline
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| For the drive in picture show
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| Where we used to go In that tiny town
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| They say home is where your heart is And I guess it’s true
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| And they say you can’t go back but I close my eyes
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| And I’m driving through
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| Now the years they fly by oh so fast
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| So much of life we lose to the past
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| But I’m proud to say that I was raised
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| In a tiny town
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| They say home is where your heart is And I guess it’s true
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| And they say you can’t go back but I close my eyes
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| And I’m driving through
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| I grew up in a tiny town
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| Sidewalks rolled up When the sun went down
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| And we played in the street
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| Til my mom said come eat
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| In that tiny town |