Small Town Boys - Sharan Deol

You feel frozen But you've been chosen You lay there drunken Your dreams seem sunken Your world's a small one And you break the rules You're one big fish In a bowl of fools Tired of serving up your town Tired of wearing that crown Tired of sliding up and down Tired of being you Your work's no future Your girl don't suit you Your bar won't serve you You have no nerve to Make a break From this sad old school Across the lake Lies a place that's cool Run, you got a place to go Run, you got a boat to row Run, you got a face to show Run while you can The high street's sleeping As Friday's creeping The shops are open But their minds are closed How's it going? But it's not their concern They're talking stuff about you That you never learn Smile, you're on your own Smile, 'cause you've outgrown Smile, you lost your home Smile to yourself

To the folks who need the money but won't sell the family forty Keep telling that suit and tie no To all them hidden county liners, little mom and pop diners Keep telling big money where to go Remember God only made so much real estate Tell the bank I'm gon' take it to the grave Let's keep the red dirt roads red dirt Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water And your roots in thе ground Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw Herе's to all y'all keepin' small towns small To the ones who rocking rust on a box-bodied truck Rev it up, keep that rubber burned down To the ones coming home to your homecoming queen Keep making that girl's daddy proud To all of y'all fighting for that flag We gon' hold it down 'til ya get back And keep the red dirt roads red dirt Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water And your roots in the ground Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small To the gone but not forgotten God, tell 'em we got 'em And we know they're looking down on this town So we gon' keep them red dirt roads red dirt Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water And your roots in the ground Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small We keepin' small towns small