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Small Town USA
by David Pekrul
copyright 12-21-2004


Age Rating: 10 to 127

  Small Town USA
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I grew up in a very small town,
A small town in which I still live,
A town where even my parents grew up,
A town for which all I would give.

Down on the corner, the small barber shop,
Where 'Grandpa Jones' first cut my hair,
And then next to that is Pop's Ice Cream store,
Where sodas were made with such flare.

The movie theatre where soldiers did fight,
For the land of the brave and the free,
And in my backyard, all my friends there would meet,
In my clubhouse way up in a tree.

The schoolhouse with only one old musty room,
With a bell tower sitting on top,
We'd play in the courtyard for all we were worth,
Till the school bell would tell us to stop.

And when I got older, the town's coffee shop,
Where friends there would meet to discuss,
The state of the Union and prices of gas,
Which at times would cause someone to cuss.

I never would think of leaving this town,
It's life-blood now flows through my veins,
It was good for my father, for me and my kids,
And to leave would cause nothing but pain.

So I'll live and I'll die in my little home town,
And be buried up there on the hill,
My spirit now free to wander through time,
But in fact I'll be living here still.


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