There's a rusted old truck, sittin' out in the backfield
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Yeah, it's still stuck up to the four wheels
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We head down to the pub, after work with a couple friends
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Dollar bills can't get you drunk like they did back then
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Well some people leave, but they always come back
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To raise their kids and hang their hats
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Woah oh oh
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Just look around, we are this town
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Woah oh oh
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Every inch of ground, we are this town
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'Fore the sun comes up, yeah Cindy's makin' coffee
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Tommy sets down his mug, says it's gonna be a long week
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Load the kids in the car, head to church on a Sunday
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There'll be nowhere where to park, if you turn up late
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This is where I'm from, where I learned about life
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Where they'll lay me down, yeah when it's my time
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Woah oh oh
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Just look around, we are this town
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Woah oh oh
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Every inch of ground, we are this town
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(We are, we are)
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We are this town
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(We are, we are)
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Yeah we are this town
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Woah oh oh
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Just look around, we are this town
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Woah oh oh
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Every inch of ground, we are this town
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We are, we are
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We Are This Town
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