About little ol' towns
Hidin' deep in the mountains
Not much business around.
Why, they can't even afford
A single stoplight in some
They roll up their sidewalks
Before the sun ever sets.
Folks still sit out on porches
Ol' men whittle an' wait
Drinkin' sody pop an' Moonpies
Chewin', spittin' to boot.
They tell lies, swap knives
Laugh at their own jokes
Their wives still are pesterin'
While they sit a' jesterin'
Women still gossip over coffee,
Tea and a fresh baked crumb cake
They rant, rave an' rail on
At the messes their husbands make.
Back alleys an' half empty streets
Prankin' an yankin' a little gal's hair
Hootin' an' hollerin', fillin' the air.
It ain't much of a place
To raise youngin's ye know
Ain't even no movies
Not many places to go.
Yet as they talk of their town
The place they was raised
Folks get all misty, red eyed an'
Weepy, rememberin' how it was.
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