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I grew up where I could see the stars Drinking sweet tea from a mason jar Dogwood trees like leaves through the pines People on the porch watchin’ fireflies And drivin’ round the Wal-Mart on a Friday night I’m just a small town girl That’s all I’ll ever be I’m just a small town girl Hey, that’s all right with me I’d rather be fishin’ with Grandpa on the lake Than gettin’ all glamed up fake eyelashes on my face Cut off jeans and an ole ball cap A town so small you don’t need a map |
It's where I’m from and there ain’t no changin’ 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 all right 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 all right 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 |
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Kellie Pickler song lyrics
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