In my little town, I grew up believing God keeps his eye on us all And he used to lean upon me as I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord, I recall, in my little town, Coming home after school, flying my bike past the gates of the factories, My mom doing the laundry, hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze And after it rains there's a rainbow and all of the colors are black It's not that the colors aren't there, it's just imagination they lack Everything's the same back in my little town, My little town, my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
In my little town, I never meant nothing, I was just my father's son Saving my money, dreaming of glory, Twitching like a finger on the trigger of a gun
Leaving nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little townTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
