My Town - Original Mix Lyrics

Song	My Town - Original Mix
Artist	Jazzy
Artist	Lovly
Artist	Mc Serpo
Album	Amoroso Presents Top Chart
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	Written：Jeffrey Steele/Reed Nielsen
	There's a 'For Sale' sign on a big old rusty tractor.
	You can't miss it, it's the first thing that you see.
	Just up the road, a pale-blue water tower,
	With 'I Love Jenny' painted in bright green.
	Hey, that's my Uncle Bill, there by the courthouse.
	He'll be lowerin' the flag when the sun goes down.
	And this is my town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	Yeah, this is my town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	Hey!
	Where I was born, where I was raised.
	Where I keep all my yesterdays.
	Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
	An' it came to blows with my old man.
	Where I came back to settle down,
	It's where they'll put me in the ground:
	This is my town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	Yeah, this is my town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	My town.
	There ain't much goin' on here since they closed the mill.
	But that whistle still blows ev'ry day at noon.
	A bunch of us still go down to the diner.
	I wonder if that interstate's still comin' through.
	Come Sunday morning service, at the Church of Christ,
	Well there ain't an empty seat to be found.
	And this is my town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	Yeah, this is my town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	Where I was born, where I was raised.
	Where I keep all my yesterdays.
	Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
	An' it came to blows with my old man.
	Where I came back to settle down,
	It's where they'll put me in the ground:
	This is my town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	Yeah, this is my town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	My town.
	Well, I bought and painted up that rusty tractor.
	You can't miss it, it's sittin' right there in our yard.
	The County came and took that water tower,
	And that's Jenny, with a baby, in the car.
	Ah, we're off to Sunday service at the Church of Christ,
	And if we want a seat, we better leave right now.
	And maybe later, me an old T-roy will show you around,
	Our town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	Yeah, this is my town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	Yeah, where I was born, where I was raised.
	Where I keep all my yesterdays.
	Where I ran off 'cos I got mad,
	An' it came to blows with my old man.
	Where I came back to settle down,
	It's where they'll put me in the ground:
	This is my town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	Yeah, this is my town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	This is my town.
	(Na, na, na, na, na.)
	My town.

	Written: Jeffrey Steele Reed Nielsen
	There' s a ' For Sale' sign on a big old rusty tractor.
	You can' t miss it, it' s the first thing that you see.
	Just up the road, a paleblue water tower,
	With ' I Love Jenny' painted in bright green.
	Hey, that' s my Uncle Bill, there by the courthouse.
	He' ll be lowerin' the flag when the sun goes down.
	And this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Hey!
	Where I was born, where I was raised.
	Where I keep all my yesterdays.
	Where I ran off ' cos I got mad,
	An' it came to blows with my old man.
	Where I came back to settle down,
	It' s where they' ll put me in the ground:
	This is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	My town.
	There ain' t much goin' on here since they closed the mill.
	But that whistle still blows ev' ry day at noon.
	A bunch of us still go down to the diner.
	I wonder if that interstate' s still comin' through.
	Come Sunday morning service, at the Church of Christ,
	Well there ain' t an empty seat to be found.
	And this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Where I was born, where I was raised.
	Where I keep all my yesterdays.
	Where I ran off ' cos I got mad,
	An' it came to blows with my old man.
	Where I came back to settle down,
	It' s where they' ll put me in the ground:
	This is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	My town.
	Well, I bought and painted up that rusty tractor.
	You can' t miss it, it' s sittin' right there in our yard.
	The County came and took that water tower,
	And that' s Jenny, with a baby, in the car.
	Ah, we' re off to Sunday service at the Church of Christ,
	And if we want a seat, we better leave right now.
	And maybe later, me an old Troy will show you around,
	Our town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, where I was born, where I was raised.
	Where I keep all my yesterdays.
	Where I ran off ' cos I got mad,
	An' it came to blows with my old man.
	Where I came back to settle down,
	It' s where they' ll put me in the ground:
	This is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	This is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	My town.

	Written: Jeffrey Steele Reed Nielsen
	There' s a ' For Sale' sign on a big old rusty tractor.
	You can' t miss it, it' s the first thing that you see.
	Just up the road, a paleblue water tower,
	With ' I Love Jenny' painted in bright green.
	Hey, that' s my Uncle Bill, there by the courthouse.
	He' ll be lowerin' the flag when the sun goes down.
	And this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Hey!
	Where I was born, where I was raised.
	Where I keep all my yesterdays.
	Where I ran off ' cos I got mad,
	An' it came to blows with my old man.
	Where I came back to settle down,
	It' s where they' ll put me in the ground:
	This is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	My town.
	There ain' t much goin' on here since they closed the mill.
	But that whistle still blows ev' ry day at noon.
	A bunch of us still go down to the diner.
	I wonder if that interstate' s still comin' through.
	Come Sunday morning service, at the Church of Christ,
	Well there ain' t an empty seat to be found.
	And this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Where I was born, where I was raised.
	Where I keep all my yesterdays.
	Where I ran off ' cos I got mad,
	An' it came to blows with my old man.
	Where I came back to settle down,
	It' s where they' ll put me in the ground:
	This is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	My town.
	Well, I bought and painted up that rusty tractor.
	You can' t miss it, it' s sittin' right there in our yard.
	The County came and took that water tower,
	And that' s Jenny, with a baby, in the car.
	Ah, we' re off to Sunday service at the Church of Christ,
	And if we want a seat, we better leave right now.
	And maybe later, me an old Troy will show you around,
	Our town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, where I was born, where I was raised.
	Where I keep all my yesterdays.
	Where I ran off ' cos I got mad,
	An' it came to blows with my old man.
	Where I came back to settle down,
	It' s where they' ll put me in the ground:
	This is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	Yeah, this is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	This is my town.
	Na, na, na, na, na.
	My town.

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