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I grew up where I could see the stars |
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Drinkin sweet tea from a Mason jar |
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Dogwood trees like leaves through the pine |
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People on the porch watchin fireflies |
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And drivin 'round the wal-mart on a Friday night |
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I'm just a small town girl |
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And that's all I'll ever be |
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I'm just a small town girl |
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Hey, that's alright with me |
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I'd rather be fishin' with grandpa on the lake |
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Then getting all glammed up, |
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Fake eyelashes on my face |
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Old blue jeans and a baseball cap |
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A town so small you don't need a map |
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That's where I'm from and there ain't no changing me |
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I'm just a small town girl |
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And that's all I'll ever be |
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I'm just a small town girl |
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Hey, that's alright with me |
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I'd rather ride in a Chevy truck than a Ferrari |
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Give me a cheeseburger |
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I ain't eatin no calamari |
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I'm just a small town girl |
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And that's all I'll ever be |
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I'm just a small town girl |
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Hey, that's alright with me |
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Coca-cola and apple pie |
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Dirt roads and old clothes lines |
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Familiar faces and dandelion bracelets |
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You never meet a stranger |
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And everybody helps out |
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Soft green grass, Sunday school and wild flowers |
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Drivin |
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Drivin |
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Drivin |
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Drivin around |
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I'm just a small town girl |
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I'm just a small town girl |
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I'm just a small town girl |
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I'm just a small town girl |
