SMALL TOWNS
PEOPLE SITTING ON THE PORCH
WAVING AS CARS GO BY
CHILDREN PLAYING IN THE YARD
MAKING MUD PIES
MOMMA STANDING IN THE BACK
HANGING CLOTHES ON THE LINE
CATS AND DOGS GO RUNNING LOOSE
GREEN GRAPES GROW ON THE VINE
AND NO ONE THERE CAN KEEP A SECRET
GOSSIP IS ALL THEY TALK
AND WHEN THEY HAVE TO GO TO TOWN
THEY HEAD OUT AND THEY WALK
AND WHEN IT’S COLD AND ICE OUTSIDE
AND WINTER HAS A BITE
THEY PUT LOGS IN THE FIRE PLACE
AND COVER UP REAL TIGHT
THEY GET THEIR WATER FROM A WELL
THEY HAVE NO PHONE LINES
AND IT’S QUITE OFTEN YOU’LL SEE
A PORCH FILLED UP WITH CHIMES
SO IF YOU EVER GET THE CHANCE
TO VISIT SOME PLACE LIKE THIS
YOU WILL COME TO UNDERSTAND
THAT SMALL TOWNS DO EXIST.
WAVING AS CARS GO BY
CHILDREN PLAYING IN THE YARD
MAKING MUD PIES
MOMMA STANDING IN THE BACK
HANGING CLOTHES ON THE LINE
CATS AND DOGS GO RUNNING LOOSE
GREEN GRAPES GROW ON THE VINE
AND NO ONE THERE CAN KEEP A SECRET
GOSSIP IS ALL THEY TALK
AND WHEN THEY HAVE TO GO TO TOWN
THEY HEAD OUT AND THEY WALK
AND WHEN IT’S COLD AND ICE OUTSIDE
AND WINTER HAS A BITE
THEY PUT LOGS IN THE FIRE PLACE
AND COVER UP REAL TIGHT
THEY GET THEIR WATER FROM A WELL
THEY HAVE NO PHONE LINES
AND IT’S QUITE OFTEN YOU’LL SEE
A PORCH FILLED UP WITH CHIMES
SO IF YOU EVER GET THE CHANCE
TO VISIT SOME PLACE LIKE THIS
YOU WILL COME TO UNDERSTAND
THAT SMALL TOWNS DO EXIST.
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