We're a Friday night pulling for the home team
A corner cafe sitting on Main street
Two red lights, three cop cars cruisin' around
We're little white church with a gravel lot
A two lane road where the world drops off
Where the middle of nowhere everybody sings about.
Pick any small town anywhere on the map
That's what we are, that's where we're at
That's where we'll be the day they lay us in the ground
That's where we pray what we believe
Where those roots of ours run deep
Where them homegrown boys and girls can still be found
Pick any small town.
Yeah where a 'Welcome' sign on the side of the road
A ribbon on a tree to the troops come home
Where a line in the water, waiting on a bass to bite
Yeah, where a hand-me-down Chevy that grandpa drove
Front porch swing where time ticks slow
Where a hidden piece of heaven most folks drive right by.
Pick any small town anywhere on the map
That's what we are, that's where we're at
That's where we'll be the day they lay us in the ground
That's where we pray what we believe
Where those roots of ours run deep
Where them homegrown boys and girls can still be found
Pick any small town.
Yeah, pick any small town.
Where a breath of fresh air comes mixed with dust
Where the way it is, is the way it was.
Pick any small town anywhere on the map
That's what we are, that's where we're at
That's where we'll be the day they lay us in the ground
That's where we pray what we believe
Where those roots of ours run deep
Where them homegrown boys and girls can still be found
Yeah where them homegrown boys and girls can still be found
Pick any small town.
Yeah, pick any small town.
Yeah where a 'Welcome' sign on the side of the road
A ribbon on a tree to the troops come home.
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