Small Town America
Just a map dot off of route ten
Past the Rock Bridge where
The river bends
Population sign 403
Where the corn grows tall
And the grass grows green
Our Deere's are named John
All our girls are pretty
You might write us off
Thinkin' we're itty bitty cuz
We say Yes Sir Yes Ma'am
We bow our head
When we raise the flag
We shout Amen
Every Sunday morning
When we're kickin' back
On the front porch
The flag's waving
Mama's apple pie is
Worth tasting
Where we come from
That's just us, living it up
In Small Town America
Around here a big-time is a fishing hole
With a worm bait and
An old cane pole
Hank booming on a box
Turned up loud
Hookin' those stringers
Til the sun goes down
So if you got the time
And a jacked up truck
Come where the moon still shines
In the bottom of a dixie cup, cuz
We say Yes Sir Yes Ma'am
We bow our head
When we raise the flag
We shout Amen
Every Sunday morning
When we're kickin' back
On the front porch
The flag's waving
Mama's apple pie
Is worth tasting
Where we come from
That's just us, living it up
In Small Town America
Come ON!
We say Yes Sir Yes Ma'am
We bow our head
When we raise the flag
We shout Amen
Every Sunday morning
When we're kickin' back
On the front porch
The flag's waving
Mama's apple pie
Is worth tasting
Where we come from
That's just us, living it up
Where we come from
We're just living it up
In Small Town America
In Small Town America
Here In America
Past the Rock Bridge where
The river bends
Population sign 403
Where the corn grows tall
And the grass grows green
Our Deere's are named John
All our girls are pretty
You might write us off
Thinkin' we're itty bitty cuz
We say Yes Sir Yes Ma'am
We bow our head
When we raise the flag
We shout Amen
Every Sunday morning
When we're kickin' back
On the front porch
The flag's waving
Mama's apple pie is
Worth tasting
Where we come from
That's just us, living it up
In Small Town America
Around here a big-time is a fishing hole
With a worm bait and
An old cane pole
Hank booming on a box
Turned up loud
Hookin' those stringers
Til the sun goes down
So if you got the time
And a jacked up truck
Come where the moon still shines
In the bottom of a dixie cup, cuz
We say Yes Sir Yes Ma'am
We bow our head
When we raise the flag
We shout Amen
Every Sunday morning
When we're kickin' back
On the front porch
The flag's waving
Mama's apple pie
Is worth tasting
Where we come from
That's just us, living it up
In Small Town America
Come ON!
We say Yes Sir Yes Ma'am
We bow our head
When we raise the flag
We shout Amen
Every Sunday morning
When we're kickin' back
On the front porch
The flag's waving
Mama's apple pie
Is worth tasting
Where we come from
That's just us, living it up
Where we come from
We're just living it up
In Small Town America
In Small Town America
Here In America
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Writer(s): Lance Caughron
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