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You never know what you have until you lose it, and looking back now I damn sure abused it, like the tobacco fields that you’re flying by when you take a drive down 55 yea, There Ain’t Nothin’ Like A Small Town
Everyone shows out on a Friday night, to see them hometown boys under stadium lights, Yeah the crowd roars as the clock winds down when the home team scores a game-winning touchdown, yeah There ain’t nothing like
When you pull in the drive and your mama walks out with her hands up high, Yeah, the stars shine bright when they’re hung up high in a southern sky, The way the back roads wind through the Carolina pines bunch of boys ’round a fire, drinkin’ cold light Yeah, there ain’t nothing like a small town
There’s a little wide church down Ft. Mill Drive And if you want to seat you better leave on time, Yeah the preacher speaks and we sing real loud begging god to send his son back down There ain’t nothing like
When you pull in the drive and your mama walks out with her hands up high Yeah, the stars shine bright when they’re hung up high in the southern sky The way the back roads wind through the Carolina pines bunch of boys ’round a fire, drinkin’ cold light Yeah, there ain’t nothing like a small town
When you pull in the drive and your mama walks out with her hands up high The stars shine bright when they’re hung up high in the southern sky Yeah, the way the back roads wind through the Carolina pines Bunch of boys ’round a fire, drinkin’ cold light Yeah,
There ain’t nothing like
There ain’t nothing like a small town
Like a small town
Like a small town
