Well I was born in a small town And I live in a small town Probly die in a small town Oh, those small communities
All my friends are so small town My parents live in the same small town My job is so small town Provides little opportunity
Educated in a small town Taught the fear of jesus in a small town Used to daydream in that small town Another boring romantic thats me
But Ive seen it all in a small town Had myself a ball in a small town Married an l.a. doll and brought her to this small town Now shes small town just like me
No I cannot forget where it is that I come from I cannot forget the people who love me Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town And people let me be just what I want to be
Got nothing against a big town Still hayseed enough to say Look whos in the big town But my bed is in a small town Oh, and thats good enough for me
Well I was born in a small town And I can breathe in a small town Gonna die in this small town And thats probly where theyll bury me
(john mellencamp)
Courtesy of all bitter Americans. Dedicated to Denmark too
Indyfella: Well I was born in a small town And I live in a small town Probly die in a small town Oh, those small communities
All my friends are so small town My parents live in the same small town My job is so small town Provides little opportunity
Educated in a small town Taught the fear of jesus in a small town Used to daydream in that small town Another boring romantic thats me
But Ive seen it all in a small town Had myself a ball in a small town Married an l.a. doll and brought her to this small town Now shes small town just like me
No I cannot forget where it is that I come from I cannot forget the people who love me Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town And people let me be just what I want to be
Got nothing against a big town Still hayseed enough to say Look whos in the big town But my bed is in a small town Oh, and thats good enough for me
Well I was born in a small town And I can breathe in a small town Gonna die in this small town And thats probly where theyll bury me
(john mellencamp)
Courtesy of all bitter Americans. Dedicated to Denmark too
It's a good song, but I don't see it being used as a campaign theme song.
(Douglass Cross, George Cory) [Recorded Augast 27, 1962, Los Angeles]
The loveliness of Paris seems somehow sadly gay, The glory that was Rome is just another day, I've been terribly alone and forgotten in Manhattan, I'm going home to my city by the bay.
I left my heart in San Francisco, high on a hill it calls to me To be where little cable cars climb halfway to the stars. The morning fog may chill the air, I don't care. My love waits there in San Francisco, above the blue and windy sea, When I come home to you, San Francisco, your golden sun will shine for me.
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And I live in a small town
Probly die in a small town
Oh, those small communities
All my friends are so small town
My parents live in the same small town
My job is so small town
Provides little opportunity
Educated in a small town
Taught the fear of jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic thats me
But Ive seen it all in a small town
Had myself a ball in a small town
Married an l.a. doll and brought her to this small town
Now shes small town just like me
No I cannot forget where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be
Got nothing against a big town
Still hayseed enough to say
Look whos in the big town
But my bed is in a small town
Oh, and thats good enough for me
Well I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in this small town
And thats probly where theyll bury me
(john mellencamp)
Courtesy of all bitter Americans. Dedicated to Denmark too