Kellie Pickler "Small Town Girl" |
I grew up where I could see the stars Drinkin sweet tea from a Mason jar Dogwood trees like leaves through the pine People on the porch watchin fireflies And drivin 'round the wal-mart on a Friday night I'm just a small town girl And that's all I'll ever be I'm just a small town girl Hey, that's alright with me I'd rather be fishin' with grandpa on the lake Then getting all glammed up, Fake eyelashes on my face **Cut off jean and an old ball cap** A town so small you don't need a map That's where I'm from and there ain't no changing me I'm just a small town girl And that's all I'll ever be I'm just a small town girl Hey, that's alright with me I'd rather ride in a Chevy truck than a Ferrari Give me a cheeseburger I ain't eatin no calamari I'm just a small town girl And that's all I'll ever be I'm just a small town girl Hey, that's alright with me Coca-cola and apple pie Dirt roads and old clothes lines Familiar faces and dandelion bracelets You never meet a stranger And everybody helps out Soft green grass, Sunday school and wild flowers Drivin Drivin Drivin Drivin around I'm just a small town girl I'm just a small town girl I'm just a small town girl I'm just a small town girl Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |