
متن آهنگ
Crime is high and traffic sucks A place to park costs thirty bucks Can't see the stars for all the neon Dog can't even find grass to pee on Crickets don't sing, the neighbors don't wave I get flipped off 'bout twice a day Gotta go inside if you want fresh air Everybody here just ain't all there This town is taking its toll Driving us crazy, growing us old Turning us into city folk I can't keep this up We need a lot more space A little more time at a slower pace Seems to me this town ain't small enough For the both of us I miss the sound of dirt road gravel And hearing how they're biting at the bait and tackle The only log jam you'll see all day Is an old farm truck hauling hay I need a plate of mama's fried chicken I need to see a bird that ain't a damn pigeon Concrete jungle more like prison This life ain't what I call living This town is taking its toll Driving us crazy, growing us old Turning us into city folk We can't keep this up We need a lot more space A little more time at a slower pace Yeah, I think this town ain't small enough For the both of us This town is taking its toll Driving us crazy, growing us old Turning us into city folk We can't keep this up We need a lot more space A little more time at a slower pace Girl, I think this town ain't small enough For the both of us Seems to me this town ain't small enough For the both of us
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آلبوم
Helen Back