In my little town I grew up believing God keeps his eye up on us He used to lean upon me As I pledged allegience to the wall
Lord I recall My little town
Coming home after school Flying my bag past the gates of the factories My mom doing the laundry Hanging our shirts in the dirty breeze
And after it rains there's a rainbow And all of the colors are black It's not that the colors aren't there It's just imagination lack Everything's the same back In my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
In my little town I never meant nothin' I was just my father's son Savin' my money Dreamin' of glory Twitching like a finger on the trigger of a gun
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
