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This Town
It's been the same old day in this town
And my head won't stop hanging down
No my head won't stop hanging down
It's just the kind of day when your friends don't come around
And my head won't stop hanging down
No my head won't stop hanging down
A street gang tried to take my pride, tried to take my money and phone
No train, no fame, cold rain, and I forgot my umbrella at home
Please ask me my opinion of the war and politicians out wasting my dough
When they tell me that I don't know nothing,
I just tell them that there's nothing to know
'Cause it's been the same old day in this town
And my head won't stop hanging down
No my head won't stop hanging down
It's just the kind of day that your friends don't come around
And my head won't stop hanging down
No my head won't stop hanging down
I grew up in a Crate and Barrel home and if you could
then you certainly can
I'm a good son, good brother, good lover but I sure ain't much of a man
So you think that you know me boy? You think you watched what I became?
Well you better know that what I do and who I am is never the same
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And the love of a woman ain't gonna save my sorry day
I need something between just a near drink of beam
and a river to sweep me away
I ain't gonna share my bed so you can nod your head
and tell me it will be okay
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[chorus]
and tell me it will be okay
I ain't gonna share my bed so you can nod your head
and a river to sweep me away
I need something between just a near drink of beam
And the love of a woman ain't gonna save my sorry day
[chorus]
Well you better know that what I do and who I am is never the same
So you think that you know me boy? You think you watched what I became?
I'm a good son, good brother, good lover but I sure ain't much of a man
then you certainly can
I grew up in a Crate and Barrel home and if you could
No my head won't stop hanging down
And my head won't stop hanging down
It's just the kind of day that your friends don't come around
No my head won't stop hanging down
And my head won't stop hanging down
'Cause it's been the same old day in this town
I just tell them that there's nothing to know
When they tell me that I don't know nothing,
Please ask me my opinion of the war and politicians out wasting my dough
No train, no fame, cold rain, and I forgot my umbrella at home
A street gang tried to take my pride, tried to take my money and phone
No my head won't stop hanging down
And my head won't stop hanging down
It's just the kind of day when your friends don't come around
No my head won't stop hanging down
And my head won't stop hanging down
It's been the same old day in this town
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