I grew up where I could see the stars Drinkin' sweet tea from a mason jar Dogwood trees like leaves trough the pines People on the porch watchin' fire flies And drivin' round the walmart on a friday night
I'm just a small town girl And that's all I'll ever be I'm just a small town girl Hey! That's all right with me
I'd rather be fishin' with grandpa on the lake Than gettin' and glammed up fake eyelashes on my face Cutoff jeans and an old ball cap A town so small you don't need a map That's where I'm from and there ain't no changin' me
I'm just a small town girl And that's all I'll ever be I'm just a small town girl Hey! That's all right with me
I'd rather ride in a chevy truck than a ferrari Give me a cheeseburger I ain't eatin' no calambari
I'm just a small town girl And that's all I'll ever be I'm just a small town girl Hey! That's all right with me
Coca-cola and apple pie Dirt roads and old clothes lines Familiar faces and dandelion bracelets You never meet me a stranger and everybody helps out Soft green grass, sunday school, and wild flowers Drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin' around
I'm just a small town girl I'm just a small town girl I'm just a small town girl I'm just a small town girl
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