I'd always seen horses, buggies, bales of hay 'Cause progress here, don't move with modern times There's nothing to steal So, there's not a great deal of crime It sure is hell living in a one horse town There's half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground Nothing much doing of an afternoon Unless you're sitting in a rocking chair, just picking a tune And they ain't too well acquainted with the stars and stripes But if you want to hear Susanna, then they'll pick all night They'll pick all night 'Cause it's no dice living in a one horse town Laid back, as my old coon hound And I just can't wait to get out of this one horse town There's nothing to steal 'cause there's simply nothing much around And they ain't too well acquainted with the stars and stripes But if you want to hear Susanna, then they'll pick all night They'll pick all night Sure is hell living in this one horse town There's half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground And I just can't wait to grow out of this one horse town There's nothing to steal 'cause there's nothing much around I'd always seen horses, buggies, bales of hay 'Cause progress here, don't move with modern times