Lyrics:
By itself it's just a cold metallic thing
Only love can make a golden wedding ring
In a little wedding chapel later on that afternoon
An old up
Born on the edge of a lonely town-searching for something no one had
Smart enough to say good-bye to this lonely town
But not smart enough to never
Father was born by Daisy May Welch
Mister was a barber, never learned to drive
In the old house his brother's first son
Next to where the eldest died
On my way home I met an
Old friend of mine
We walked and we talked an' shared
A bottle of wine
We started to dance and my
Intentions were good
from home
Unwanted by my own
The wind's been blowing, loud, loud, loud
And I'm leaving this town
This old dusty down
How the bruises still burn
Everyday
Katie Casey was baseball mad,
She had the fever and she had it bad
Just to root for the home town crew,
Every cent that Katie spent
On one
and London on the beach at Malibu
I bought one for each facet of woman in you
By then you had retired from singing to bring our baby home
And I was winging
We'll join the cavalcade of
Down home on parade
Here in our town U.S.A
We really got it made
[Chorus]
I've got a hole in my pocket
And the world
tried forever more.
You have heard this story told
By the young and by the old
How the Indians killed Venero
On his way to Rocky Run.
Many years have
I met a little girl in Knoxville
A town we all know well
And every Sunday evening
Out in her home I'd dwell
We decided to take an evening walk
Until I'm home again in the sweet by and by...
By and by
I've heard the preacher talkin' 'bout streets of gold
But, I'll be fine forever walking
restaurants and favorite stores, they tore 'em down
Turned 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood
'em down
Turn 'em into shopping malls the hood is like a ghost town
Haunted by souls who thought that time stood still
Just live your life
to tell
First kisses by the old church bell
Memories made hearts intertwined
This small town life it's one of a kind
We got small town roots running deep
holdin' on to a woman lettin' go
In the hill valley home there's a feeble old man
And he's holdin' on to a fragile old hand
and the angels are comin'
a fez the parade stretches out for a mile
Chorus
It's a typical American phenomenon where all the members have a fine old time
It's
home
Tuesday
I'm all alone
Wednesday
I'm driving around town
Thursday
Got bills to pay
Friday
I might get somewhere
Saturday and Sunday
I'm going my
I'm a hero in my home town baby
Stop talking just go down baby
Long knife by the spinal built like a rhino
Push the 6-35 to the finals
Pearl white like
of this town, and out of LA."
She's got a gun, she's got a gun
She got a gun she call the lucky one
She left a note by the phone
Don't leave a message
Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car
Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about
Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
town
And I was out walking the street
When I met a girl
By the burger world
And I was needing her company
By the way she was dressed
I knew what
There ain't too much chance for opportunity
In this town that I live in
And I don't know what I'm gonna do with me
And it's getting hard to contend
I work like a dog eight hours a day you know I'm nearly dead
I stop by a bar on my way home and loosen up my head
Lord knows this is a hard life
Where you wanna be is home
Where you wanna be is home
You dreamed of escaping
This old town you lived in
But now you just wanna be there
For all
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