Tuesday, June 01, 2010

John Prine must have lived in my town

Otherwise, he couldn't have written these lyrics: 


In a town this size, there's no place to hide;
Everywhere you go you meet someone you know,
You can't steal a kiss in a place like this.
How the rumors do fly in a town this size.
In a smokey bar in the backseat of your car,
In your own little house someone's sure to find you out
What you do and what you think
What you eat and what you drink
If you smoke a cigarette they'll be talkin' about your breath.

In a town this size, there's no place to hide.

Everywhere you go you meet someone you know;
You can't steal a kiss in a place like this
How the rumors do fly in a town this size.

Oh, I had a fight with my girlfriend last night;
Before the moon went down it was all over town,
How she made me cry, how I said goodbye...
If it's true or not doesn't seem to count a lot.

In a town this size, there's no place to hide.
Everywhere you go you meet someone you know:
You can't steal a kiss in a place like this.
How the rumors do fly in a town this size...
In a town this size In a town this size

1 comment:

Paula said...

I grew up in a town this size too but if you had trouble everyone was there to help too.