Small Town Stories
Daddy captained the football team
Loved hearing the bleachers scream
Planned on going to USC
Then getting drafted by Tennessee
Now he's a Titan in real estate
Been 30 years since he last played
His only daughter wants to run away
She's in love but she can't say
It's the small town story of all of us
We're all small town stories, each one of us
Daughter wanted to be prom queen
Her only chance was pretending
Kelly wasn't her sweetheart
So every night she's been falling apart
Crying on the bedroom floor
Wishing this town could give her more
Than sports bars and superstores
And some way to feel adored
It's the small town story of all of us
We're all small town stories, each one of us
Dad keeps living his glory days
Still trying to get back his yesterday
He's drinking 6-packs every night
Behind blue eyes that once held the light
I saw the football fly
I saw it with my own eyes
There's got to be a way out
Before this family turns to dust
Before this whole place is burning up
Forgotten in the winter winds
And the rusted factories holding all our sins
Children playing after dark
In the local park
Where pipes & needles lay
They'll be like him someday
Never moving on
Missing every new moment
There's got to be a way to end these
Small Town Stories
It's the small town story of all of us
We're all small town stories
Each one of us
Loved hearing the bleachers scream
Planned on going to USC
Then getting drafted by Tennessee
Now he's a Titan in real estate
Been 30 years since he last played
His only daughter wants to run away
She's in love but she can't say
It's the small town story of all of us
We're all small town stories, each one of us
Daughter wanted to be prom queen
Her only chance was pretending
Kelly wasn't her sweetheart
So every night she's been falling apart
Crying on the bedroom floor
Wishing this town could give her more
Than sports bars and superstores
And some way to feel adored
It's the small town story of all of us
We're all small town stories, each one of us
Dad keeps living his glory days
Still trying to get back his yesterday
He's drinking 6-packs every night
Behind blue eyes that once held the light
I saw the football fly
I saw it with my own eyes
There's got to be a way out
Before this family turns to dust
Before this whole place is burning up
Forgotten in the winter winds
And the rusted factories holding all our sins
Children playing after dark
In the local park
Where pipes & needles lay
They'll be like him someday
Never moving on
Missing every new moment
There's got to be a way to end these
Small Town Stories
It's the small town story of all of us
We're all small town stories
Each one of us
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