In a little town this side of nowhere
And across the county line there still aint no hope
For happiness with someone to marry
And I didn't even mail the last letter I wrote

Around here it still looks like nineteen sixty
And pot holes go on for miles
No one here is whistling Dixie
No one here knows how to wear a smile

In a little town this side of nowhere
Through the years the damage was done and no way to mend
And here life is wasting away
And no one wants to call that a sin