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In this kind of town people stay together |
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Nobody leaves unless they leave forever |
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But then again, they don't really leave |
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'Cause deep down inside of me I know Heaven's gotta be |
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This kind of town |
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In this kind of town we know how to fix it |
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We know how to make it, we know how to mix it |
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Friday night lasts all weekend long |
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We crank it up loud and sing a little song about |
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This kind of town |
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We work hard, play hard |
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Take our paychecks straight to the Walmart |
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Girls will out drank you |
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Boys will out Hank you |
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Tie a yellow ribbon on a tree to say thank you |
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Sunday morning rolls around |
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We walk up the aisle and kneel down |
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We look around at all we've been given |
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And we thank God to be living in |
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This kind of town |
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(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) |
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In this kind of town there's peanuts in a bottle |
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The old men ramble at the brand new McDonald's |
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Talk about the war and the football team |
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Saying Lordy me I never thought I'd live to see this kind of town |
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We work hard, play hard |
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Take our paychecks straight to the Walmart |
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Girls will out drank you |
|
Boys will out Hank you |
|
Tie a yellow ribbon on a tree to say thank you |
|
Sunday morning rolls around |
|
We walk up the aisle and kneel down |
|
We look around at all we've been given |
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And we thank God to be living in |
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This kind of town |
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No it ain't everything but let me tell you, it's everything |
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In this kind of town people stay together |
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Nobody leaves unless they leave forever |
|
But then again they don't really leave |
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'Cause deep down inside of me I know Heaven's gotta be |
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This kind of town |
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(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) |
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This kind of town |
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(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa) |
