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Small Town Blues

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Lyrics

Verse 1

Friday night at the filling station

Old man George says I'm late again

He's been saying that since I was twelve

Wayback when his hair was cinnamon brown

I got a letter in the mailbox today

From a girl who packed up and moved away

She wrote the streets are humming out in Memphis

And my name still tastes like our old hometown

Pre-Chorus

I watch the dust roll down the county line

Every mile is just a bigger sign

Chorus

Small town blues got me going nowhere fast

Same old faces in the same old glass

Sipping lukewarm coffee at the counter

Counting quarters for the gasoline

Small town blues and I'm the only drag

On these one lane roads that never give me slack

I'd sell my boots and every Sunday suit

To find a way out of these small town blues

Verse 2

Mama asked me if I said my prayers

I said I prayed for a four lane highway

Daddy laughed and poured another round

Said boy the world ain't waiting on your sound

The steeple bells ring every single Sunday

I sit in the back and watch the light go down

I reckon everybody's got a cross to carry

Mine just happens to be this dusty ground

Pre-Chorus

I watch the sun sink into the wheat

Every shadow's got my heartbeat

Chorus

Small town blues got me going nowhere fast

Same old faces in the same old glass

Sipping lukewarm coffee at the counter

Counting quarters for the gasoline

Small town blues and I'm the only drag

On these one lane roads that never give me slack

I'd sell my boots and every Sunday suit

To find a way out of these small town blues

Bridge

I could leave tonight without a goodbye

With nothing more than what I got inside

But the river bends and the river calls

I ain't that brave I guess at all

Guitar Solo

Chorus

Small town blues got me going nowhere fast

Same old faces in the same old glass

Sipping lukewarm coffee at the counter

Counting quarters for the gasoline

Small town blues and I'm the only drag

On these one lane roads that never give me slack

I'd sell my boots and every Sunday suit

To find a way out of these small town blues

Outro

Yeah the small town blues

Mm the small town blues

Small town blues

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