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Small Town Small
by Jason Aldean
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To the folks who need the money but won't sell the family forty
Keep telling that suit and tie no
To all them hidden county liners, little mom and pop diners
Keep telling big money where to go
Remember God only made so much real estate
Tell the bank, "I'ma take it to the grave"
Let's keep the red dirt roads red dirt
Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
And your roots in the ground
Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah
Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small
To the ones who rocking rust on a box-bodied truck
Rev it up, keep that rubber burned down
To the ones coming home to your homecoming queen
Keep making that girl's daddy proud
To all of y'all fighting for that flag
We gon' hold it down 'til you get back
And keep the red dirt roads red dirt
Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
And your roots in the ground
Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah
Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small
To the gone but not forgotten
God, tell 'em we got 'em
And we know they're looking down on this town
So we gon' keep them red dirt roads red dirt
Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
And your roots in the ground
Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah
Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small
We keepin' small towns small
To the folks who need the money but won't sell the family forty
Keep telling that suit and tie no
To all them hidden county liners, little mom and pop diners
Keep telling big money where to go
Remember God only made so much real estate
Tell the bank, "I'ma take it to the grave"
Let's keep the red dirt roads red dirt
Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
And your roots in the ground
Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah
Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small
To the ones who rocking rust on a box-bodied truck
Rev it up, keep that rubber burned down
To the ones coming home to your homecoming queen
Keep making that girl's daddy proud
To all of y'all fighting for that flag
We gon' hold it down 'til you get back
And keep the red dirt roads red dirt
Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
And your roots in the ground
Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah
Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small
To the gone but not forgotten
God, tell 'em we got 'em
And we know they're looking down on this town
So we gon' keep them red dirt roads red dirt
Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first
Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar
Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water
And your roots in the ground
Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah
Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small
We keepin' small towns small
