LYRIC

This broken down small town is getting smaller
And the post mans second job is a bar room brawler
If you need to find the mayor you can bet he’s shooting pool at the
Legion with the vets

My mommas mom ran the fire light cafe and they closed down in the spring of
‘88
They put a drive through liquor store and a Dairy Queen and crushed my
Grandma Mabel every dream

The curfew siren rang at 9 pm
And you better get your butt back home by then or the chief of police would
Have you by the ear then sit down with your Dad for a few cold beers

These are the stories of lives gravel roads and railroad ties that bound
Each other. It’s the old Route 66 and the west I80 kids who we call
Brother. Well we all were raising Caine in the corn and in the grain with
One another… I love, I love this town.

We all had plans to leave on graduation and a few took an oath to serve the
Nation. The high school janitor cried real tears like she did when all the
Kids left every year.

Well Amy married Joey the class clown in a pole barn ceremony south of
Town. The keg ran dry before the food was served so we broke open the
Single malt reserve

These are the stories of lives gravel roads and railroad ties that bound
Each other. It’s exit 236 and all the 55 south kids who we call brother.
Well we all were raising cain in the corn and in the grain with one
Another… I love, I love this town-

Jobs and kids and 25 years
Gone I sit here trying to write the perfect song to tell about the small
Town we all knew where roots run deep and take me back to you

These are the stories of our lives gravel roads and railroad ties that
Bound each other. It’s to all the country roads and the streets that take
Us home that we’ve all covered. Well we all were raising cane in the corn
And in the grain with one another… I love, I love, I love this Town

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