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Small Town Kings

Cigarettes and whiskey and spray-painted walls
The out of order toilet makin puddles in the hall
As soon as I was born, I was rock bottom at the fall
If opportunity ain't gonna knock for me
It sure as hell ain't gonna call

And we could be small town kings
With two wheels and an engine
On the back of devil's wings
Oh, we could be small town kings

Drunk and disheveled in the back of a police cruiser
The old small town hero's now a pill-poppin boozer
And it's a hard ride to heaven lookin up from the sewer
When from above you're just lookin like another small town loser

And we could be small town kings
With two wheels and an engine
On the back of devil's wings
Oh, we could be small town kings

Sherry's out dancin, the boys are buyin her drinks again
Leann's man's beatin her up for some little thing she said again
Jimmy's out cruisin in a stolen Mercedes Benz
I guess the party's always harder in the depths of a dead end.

And we could be small town kings
With two wheels and an engine
On the back of devil's wings
Oh, we could be small town kings

Small town trouble over liquor and paychecks
Between wannabe cowboys and fate-bitten rednecks
All the pretty girls are lookin for city boys at the complex
To start some small town rumors about who's gettin out next

And we could be small town kings
With two wheels and an engine
On the back of devil's wings
Oh, we could be small town kings.
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