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(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.
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