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Talk of a Small Town
03:54
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You were the talk of a small town
Everybody knows your name
They put your picture in the paper
Right there on the front page
But you were buried with your secrets
So they ain't got much to say
You were the talk of a small town
Whispers and funeral parades
And the courier ran a story
They printed "Oh, what a shame
He seemed to be such a good man
But just look at the choice he made."
But nobody understands that
Sometimes there ain't no other way
To get out of a small town
Except by going to your grave
And they laid you by your father
While your mother stood so brave
She laid flowers on the marker
While the preacher softly prayed
Well I guess if it was easy
Maybe you might have stayed
But you live forever in a small town
Even when death takes you away
But nobody understands that
Sometimes there ain't no other way
You were the talk of a small town
Whispers and funeral parades
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2. |
One of Those
03:17
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Orange and gold October leaves
Take me back to you and me
When I was nothing but a name on a phone
You'd laugh if you could hear me
Talking about my fortune dreams
But I dreamed I'd held your hand and I didn't let go
Well I don't know what the next life holds
When we're withered down to dust and bones
There are things you can't take with you when you go
But I hope, I hope that this ain't one of those
Marched into the mountain mist
And it smelled like rain the night we kissed
We were playing down the moments just for show
Too young to care, too old to quit
Dancing on the Nashville bridge
We were talking about forever like we'd know
Well I don't know what the next life holds
When we're withered down to dust and bones
There are things you can't take with you when you go
But I hope, I hope that this ain't one of those
When there's nothing left in this old town
And the whole wild world has been torn down
And we're sleeping hard inside the ground
Well I hope that I'll be sleeping next to you
Well I don't know what the next life holds
When we're withered down to dust and bones
There are things you can't take with you when you go
But I hope, I hope
Oh I hope, I hope that this ain't one of those
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3. |
A Vietnam Song
04:29
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We turned 20 in the jungle behind the barrel of a gun
We spent our best years fighting in a war we never won
They called us in a letter and we had to say goodbye
They said it was our duty but they never told us why
But I still hear the chopper blades and I still the smell the smoke
And the ones of us who left there never really made it home
And the people who waited don't know us anymore
We lost so much more than blood fighting somebody else's war
They painted us a picture, they said the cause meant so much more
But we were only dog tags, just pawns on a board
They never knew our names but they carved them in the stone
So they could tell our parents that we didn't die alone
But I still hear the chopper blades and I still smell the smoke
And the ones of us who left there never really made it home
And the people who waited don't know us anymore
We lost so much more than blood fighting somebody else's war
Sometimes I get visits from the men we left behind
Well you can call them ghosts, but they're just heroes froze in time
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