I was a rebel, straight outta high school I was born to break, not just bend them rules Thought this town was too small, to hold a kid like me I was too cool, 10 foot tall, and bulletproof I was high on a tractor, and hell on wheels Took off on it one day, through my old man's field Headed north big city, pourin' concrete and steel Now every time I come home, I realize how much I miss my skyscrapers
Towering over the ponderosa pines The water tower, the old church steeple The high school football lights It may not be no New York City But to me and all my neighbors We still look up to those small town skyscrapers
Well I been to Seattle Hollywood and Vine St. Louis and Frisco about as far as the crow flies I got tired of the red light And feelin' fenced in I've been a few places, I've been there and back again Where you feel like paint drying on a wall Just a face in the crowd that's moving at a crawl From city to city, if there's one thing I've found It's how much I love my town And all of them skyscrapers
Towering over the ponderosa pines The water tower, the old church steeple The high school football lights It may not be no New York City But to me and all my neighbors We still look up to those small town skyscrapers
Skyscrapers, towering over the ponderosa pines The water tower, the old church steeple The high school football lights It may not be no New York City But to me and all my neighbors We still look up to those small town skyscrapersTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
