โหลดเพลง mp3 Small Town Girl - Kellie Pickler

I grew up where I could see the stars

Drinkin sweet tea from a Mason jar

Dogwood trees like leaves through the pine
People on the porch watchin fireflies
And drivin 'round the wal-mart on a Friday night

I'm just a small town girl

And that's all I'll ever be

I'm just a small town girl

Hey that's alright with me

I'd rather be fishin' with grandpa on the lake

Then getting all glammed up
Fake eyelashes on my face

Old blue jeans and a baseball cap
A town so small you don't need a map
That's where I'm from and there ain't no changing me

I'm just a small town girl

And that's all I'll ever be

I'm just a small town girl

Hey that's alright with me

I'd rather ride in a Chevy truck than a Ferrari

Give me a cheeseburger
I ain't eatin no calamari

I'm just a small town girl

And that's all I'll ever be
I'm just a small town girl

Hey that's alright with me

Coca-cola and apple pie
Dirt roads and old clothes lines
Familiar faces and dandelion bracelets
You never meet a stranger
And everybody helps out
Soft green grass Sunday school and wild flowers
Drivin
Drivin
Drivin
Drivin around
I'm just a small town girl

I'm just a small town girl

I'm just a small town girl

I'm just a small town girl