Musta' let somebody whisper to your pretty mind,
that you were better than here, you oughta leave this all behind.
And so ya- let your twang go, gave up them dirt roads.
Awe but baby don't you know?
Those city lights can't burn so bright,
they hide your pretty red neck.
You can bury your roots up in that high rise,
but you can't just up and forget.
Go on and get gone, leave all you want.
Say you won't be back around.
But you can't outrun this small town.
It ain't been the same since you took that ticket out,
but I ain't changed still going round ‘n round.
Part of me hopes you're doing fine,
a bigger part of me, is prayin' that somethin'll change your mind.
Those city lights can't burn so bright,
they hide your pretty red neck.
You can bury your roots up in that high rise,
but you can't just up and forget.
Go on and get gone, leave all you want.
Say you won't be back around.
But you can't outrun this small town.
No not this small town.
Yeeeeahhh
Noooooo oh
Those city lights can't burn so bright,
they hide your pretty red neck.
You can bury your roots up in that high rise,
but girl you can't just up and forget.
Go on and get gone, leave all you want.
Say you won't be back around.
Aww girl, go.
Go on and get gone, leave all you want.
Say you won't be back around.
But you can't outrun this small town.
No you can't outrun this small town.
No not this small town.
No not this small town.
Mmmmmm

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