I just turned twenty-nine three years in a row
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Too young to be the president
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Too old to turn pro
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But when the seventies came and elvis died
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I could not fill his shoes
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But oh how I tried
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It was the life and time of a small town hero
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But it's another day
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I've got my wife, my kids, a job and it's ok
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This letter of intent now, is just for show
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They say it's lonely at the top
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So I did not go
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Andy went to Vietnam back in sixty-five
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While some folks kept from going
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He kept some folks alive
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A purple heart is on his shelf
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That he never wears
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A broken one sit in his chest
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For what he lost there
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It was the life and times of a small town hero
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But it's another day
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He's got his wife, his kids, a job and it's ok
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The letter from the president now, is just for show
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He could have hid out way up north
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But he did not go
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John got his notice, gonna take the farm away
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He worked it half his life
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He worked Ii every day
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He burned his fields his crops
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And the barn before they came
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The neighbors cheered and watched as john walked away
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It was the life and times of a small town hero
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But it's another day
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He's got his wife, his kids, a job and it's ok
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The letter from the bank went up in smoke
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Just when they thought he was down
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He did not go
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It was the life and times of a small town hero
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Small Town Hero
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| Sawyer Brown |
