Lyrics

You come back to this town with your fancy clothes,
Your souped-up car, your L.A. nose
You come back to this town like you're high above us
An' you white glove us and you put us all down
So darlin, why ya keep comin' back to this ol' town

You come back to this town with its 6-lane alleys,
The dollar movies and the long tall Sallies
You come back to this town like you're s'posed to fix it
Well I wouldn't wish it on the meanest around
Oh darlin, why ya just keep comin' back to this ol' town

WELL THIS OL' TOWN MIGHT NOT BE MORE THAN JUST A PIN-PRICK ON A MAP
A TRAIN STOP IN A CORN FIELD JUST OFF THE BEATEN PATH
BUT WHEN THOSE FLOODWATERS RISE GRAB ANY HAND TO HIGHER GROUND
CUZ THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' LIKE THE OPEN ARMS OF THIS OL' TOWN

You come back to this town hear the train whistle blowin'
Stoppin' Sunday traffic, 3 cars in a row
You come back to this town when you're searchin' for somethin'
Like a high school memory in the lost and found
Oh darling, you just keep comin' back to this ol' town

WELL THIS OL' TOWN MIGHT NOT BE MORE THAN JUST A PIN-PRICK ON A MAP
A TRAIN STOP IN A CORN FIELD JUST OFF THE BEATEN PATH
BUT WHEN THOSE FLOODWATERS RISE GRAB ANY HAND TO HIGHER GROUND
CUZ THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' LIKE THE OPEN ARMS OF THIS OL' TOWN

You come back to this town for the Falstaff beer,
Watch the Little League players eatin' elephant ears
You come back to this town, cuz God knows it loves ya
And there's no one above ya, gonna put you down

CUZ THIS OL' TOWN MIGHT NOT BE MORE THAN JUST A PIN-PRICK ON A MAP
A TRAIN STOP IN A CORN FIELD JUST OFF THE BEATEN PATH
BUT WHEN THOSE FLOODWATERS RISE GRAB ANY HAND TO HIGHER GROUND
CUZ THERE AIN'T NOTHIN' LIKE THE OPEN ARMS OF THIS OL' TOWN
OF THIS OL' TOWN