Same ol town
ol ghost town
Same ol faces
Same ol places
Nobody's around
My dog's in the pound
He got caught
Nosing around
Same ol ticka tock
Of the cleeock
Dirty ol shoes
Dirty ol sock
In small town life you know everyone
Like they were pictures on your wall
When you finally get 'round to doin' sumpin
You can always find a way to stall
Ol man Bob
Needs to get a job
Down to the bar again
Whiskey and gin
Went down to the corner shop
Bought myself a lollypop
Mouth full of sugar
Sweet sweet sugar
Ol sweet Lucy
My favorite ol belle
Haven't seen her in a while
Hope she's doing well
In small town life you know everyone
Like they were pictures on your wall
When you finally get 'round to doin' sumpin
You can always find a way to stall
The tax man's a knocking
No money in my pocket
Not even a dime
Now I gotta do the time
The ax man's a chopping
Chopping cedar wood
Like ol Paul Bunyan
Chopping all he could
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