Small Town America

Just a map dot off of route ten Past the Rock Bridge where The river bends Population sign 403 Where the corn grows tall And the grass grows green Our Deere's are named John All our girls are pretty You might write us off Thinkin' we're itty bitty cuz We say Yes Sir Yes Ma'am We bow our head When we raise the flag We shout Amen Every Sunday morning When we're kickin' back On the front porch The flag's waving Mama's apple pie is Worth tasting Where we come from That's just us, living it up In Small Town America Around here a big-time is a fishing hole With a worm bait and An old cane pole Hank booming on a box Turned up loud Hookin' those stringers Til the sun goes down So if you got the time And a jacked up truck Come where the moon still shines In the bottom of a dixie cup, cuz We say Yes Sir Yes Ma'am We bow our head When we raise the flag We shout Amen Every Sunday morning When we're kickin' back On the front porch The flag's waving Mama's apple pie Is worth tasting Where we come from That's just us, living it up In Small Town America Come ON! We say Yes Sir Yes Ma'am We bow our head When we raise the flag We shout Amen Every Sunday morning When we're kickin' back On the front porch The flag's waving Mama's apple pie Is worth tasting Where we come from That's just us, living it up Where we come from We're just living it up In Small Town America In Small Town America Here In America