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Daddy threw a hammer, Mama taught her to drink
She's a first-generation homecoming queen
Got a mailbox letter, gonna make 'em all proud
She's the first one to make it to a college town (College town)

Boyfriend throws a ball, he's got a hell of an arm, he'll be a
First-string freshman, fresh off the farm
They already named their babies, got a ring picked out
As if they stand a chance against college town

She knows that all goin' in, not a thing comin' out
She's got the world in her hands for years to find out
How to dress up and mess up and wake up drunk on a couch
She'll get a heartbreak degree when love lets her down
They don't teach you in school what you learn in a college town

She'll come home for Christmas and cut off her hair
Got a whole new opinion her parents don't share
They'll put her in a place, they'll put her feet on the ground
She's on the first two-lane back to that college town

She knows that all goin' in, not a thing comin' out
She's got the world in her hands for years to find out
How to dress up and mess up and wake up drunk on a couch
And she'll change her major, she's a poli-sci now
They don't teach you in school what you learn in a college town

There's some new inhibitions
And finding your voice, yeah
She's makin' real big decisions
Makin' out with the boys, she's makin' all kinds of noise

She knows that all goin' in, not a thing comin' out
She's got the world in her hands for years to find out
How to dress up and mess up and wake up drunk on a couch
She'll get a real crash-course in what real life's about
They don't teach you in school what you learn in a college town

Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah

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