Small Town Saturday Night - Hal Ketchum

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

Up every mornin' just to keep a job I gotta fight my way through the hustlin' mob Sounds of the city poundin' in my brain While another day goes down the drain But it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows No one owns a piece of my time And there's a five o'clock me inside my clothes Thinkin' that the world looks fine, yeah Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Tradin' my time for the pay I get Livin' on money that I ain't made yet Gotta keep goin', gotta make my way But I live for the end of the day 'Cause it's a five o'clock world when the whistle blows No one owns a piece of my time And there's a long-haired girl who waits, I know To ease my troubled mind, yeah Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh In the shelter of her arms everything's okay She talks and the world goes slippin' away I know the reason I can still go on When every other reason is gone 'Cause in my five o'clock world, she waits for me Nothin' else matters at all 'Cause every time my baby smiles at me I know that it's all worthwhile, yeah Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh Yodel-ay-ee-whee-oh

My Daddy brought home a photograph from the paper yesterday It showed a line of wagons movin' someplace far away That picture made my daddy smile, it made my Momma cry It seems like Daddy's wagon load of dreams had long since passed her by But the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true Well he talked on all through supper time 'bout the good prospector's life Couldn't see Momma didn't wanna be no good prospector's wife He said, "We best sell out and go before the weather turns too cold And maybe buy ourselves an extra horse to carry all the gold" But the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true And I got up as soon as the first light came to start the mornin' fire Wonderin' if my Momma's will had cooled that man's desire And inside that stove upon the coals, an ashen paper lay It was a ghostly line of wagons, movin' someplace far away And the dream that makes the sparrow fly can make an eagle fall And one that makes the rich man money, it ain't no dream at all It's a cryin' shame to wake up just to find it's all been broke in two Careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true Oh, be careful what you're dreamin', 'cause it someday may come true