I grew up where I could the stars Drinking sweet tea from a Mason jar Dogwood trees like leaves through the pine People on the watching fireflies And driving '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 Than getting all glammed up, Fake eyelashes on my face Cut off and an old ball cap A town so small you don't need a map That's where I'm from and there no changing me
I'm just a small town girl And that's all I'll ever be I'm just small town girl Hey, that's alright with me
I'd rather ride in a Chevy truck than a Ferrari Give me a cheeseburger ain't eating 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 bracelets You never meet a stranger And helps out Soft green grass, Sunday school and wild flowers Driving Driving Driving Driving around
I'm just a small town girl I'm just a small town girl just a small town girl I'm just a small town girl