You were the talk of a small town
Everybody knows your name
They put your picture in the paper
Right there on the front page
But you were buried with your secrets
So they ain't got much to say
You were the talk of a small town
Whispers and funeral parades

And the courier ran a story
They printed "Oh, what a shame
He seemed to be such a good man
But just look at the choice he made."
But nobody understands that
Sometimes there ain't no other way
To get out of a small town
Except by going to your grave

And they laid you by your father
While your mother stood so brave
She laid flowers on the marker
While the preacher softly prayed
Well I guess if it was easy
Maybe you might have stayed
But you live forever in a small town
Even when death takes you away

But nobody understands that
Sometimes there ain't no other way
You were the talk of a small town
Whispers and funeral parades

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