(Jeffrey Steele/Reed Nielsen)
There`s a For Sale sign on a big old rusty tractor.
You can`t miss it, it`s the first thing that you see.
Just up the road, a pale-blue water tower,
With I Love Jenny painted in bright green.
Hey, that`s my Uncle Bill, there by the courthouse.
He`ll be lowerin` the flag when the sun goes down.
And this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Hey!
Where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off `cos I got mad,
An` it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It`s where they`ll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
My town.
There ain`t much goin` on here since they closed the mill.
But that whistle still blows ev`ry day at noon.
A bunch of us still go down to the diner.
I wonder if that interstate`s still comin` through.
Come Sunday morning service, at the Church of Christ,
Well there ain`t an empty seat to be found.
And this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off `cos I got mad,
An` it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It`s where they`ll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
My town.
Well, I bought and painted up that rusty tractor.
You can`t miss it, it`s sittin` right there in our yard.
The County came and took that water tower,
And that`s Jenny, with a baby, in the car.
Ah, we`re off to Sunday service at the Church of Christ,
And if we want a seat, we better leave right now.
And maybe later, me an old T-roy will show you around,
Our town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, where I was born, where I was raised.
Where I keep all my yesterdays.
Where I ran off `cos I got mad,
An` it came to blows with my old man.
Where I came back to settle down,
It`s where they`ll put me in the ground:
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
Yeah, this is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
This is my town.
(Na, na, na, na, na.)
My town.
