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Well if you're lookin' for a good time |
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You're a little bit late |
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We rolled up the sidewalks |
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At a quarter to eight |
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It's a small town |
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We can't sell you no beer |
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It's a small town, so |
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May I ask what you're doin' here |
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Hey what you up to |
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I already know |
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I heard the boys |
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Talkin' at the Texaco |
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It's a small town |
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I know how you feel |
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It's a small town, son |
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And the news travels |
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Quicker than wheels |
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Who you lookin' for |
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What was his name |
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You can prob'ly find him |
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At the football game |
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It's a small town |
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You know what I mean |
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It's a small town, son |
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And we all support the team |
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The preacher drove by in his Cadillac |
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I waved at him but he didn't wave back |
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It's a small town |
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Everybody knows your face |
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It's a small town, son |
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And we all must know our place |
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I woke up feeling foggy |
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And I called old Mrs. White |
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I figured she could tell me |
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What I did last night |
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It's a small town |
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She's bound to know |
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It's a small town, son |
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I believe that I better go |
