Two Horse Town
I'd always seen horses, buggies, bales of hay
'Cause progress here, don't move with modern times
There's nothing to steal
So, there's not a great deal of crime
It sure is hell living in a one horse town
There's half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground
Nothing much doing of an afternoon
Unless you're sitting in a rocking chair, just picking a tune
And they ain't too well acquainted with the stars and stripes
But if you want to hear Susanna, then they'll pick all night
They'll pick all night
'Cause it's no dice living in a one horse town
Laid back, as my old coon hound
And I just can't wait to get out of this one horse town
There's nothing to steal 'cause there's simply nothing much around
And they ain't too well acquainted with the stars and stripes
But if you want to hear Susanna, then they'll pick all night
They'll pick all night
Sure is hell living in this one horse town
There's half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground
And I just can't wait to grow out of this one horse town
There's nothing to steal 'cause there's nothing much around
I'd always seen horses, buggies, bales of hay
'Cause progress here, don't move with modern times
'Cause progress here, don't move with modern times
There's nothing to steal
So, there's not a great deal of crime
It sure is hell living in a one horse town
There's half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground
Nothing much doing of an afternoon
Unless you're sitting in a rocking chair, just picking a tune
And they ain't too well acquainted with the stars and stripes
But if you want to hear Susanna, then they'll pick all night
They'll pick all night
'Cause it's no dice living in a one horse town
Laid back, as my old coon hound
And I just can't wait to get out of this one horse town
There's nothing to steal 'cause there's simply nothing much around
And they ain't too well acquainted with the stars and stripes
But if you want to hear Susanna, then they'll pick all night
They'll pick all night
Sure is hell living in this one horse town
There's half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground
And I just can't wait to grow out of this one horse town
There's nothing to steal 'cause there's nothing much around
I'd always seen horses, buggies, bales of hay
'Cause progress here, don't move with modern times
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Writer(s): Heather Lynn Morgan, Clint Lagerberg, Kristy Lee Cook
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