In my little town I grew up believing God keeps His eye on us all And he used to lean upon me As I pledged allegiance to the wall Lord I recall My little town
Coming home after school Flying my bike 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 they 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 Saving my money Dreaming of glory Twitching like a finger On the trigger of a gun Leaving 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, Nothing but the dead and dying, Back in my little town.
