I grew up where I could see the stars
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Drinkin sweet tea from a Mason jar
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Dogwood trees like leaves through the pine
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People on the porch watchin fireflies
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And drivin ´round the wal-mart on a Friday night
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I´m just a small town girl
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And that´s all I´ll ever be
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I´m just a small town girl
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Hey, that´s alright with me
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I´d rather be fishin´ with grandpa on the lake
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Then getting all glammed up,
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Fake eyelashes on my face
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Old blue jeans and a baseball cap
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A town so small you don´t need a map
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That´s where I´m from and there ain´t no changing me
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I´m just a small town girl
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And that´s all I´ll ever be
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I´m just a small town girl
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Hey, that´s alright with me
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I´d rather ride in a Chevy truck than a Ferrari
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Give me a cheeseburger
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I ain´t eatin no calamari
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I´m just a small town girl
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And that´s all I´ll ever be
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I´m just a small town girl
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Hey, that´s alright with me
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Coca-cola and apple pie
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Dirt roads and old clothes lines
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Familiar faces and dandelion bracelets
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You never meet a stranger
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And everybody helps out
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Soft green grass, Sunday school and wild flowers
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Drivin
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Drivin
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Drivin
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Drivin around
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I´m just a small town girl
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I´m just a small town girl
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I´m just a small town girl
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I´m just a small town girl
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Small Town Girl
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| Kellie Pickler |
