There's a rusted old truck, sittin' out in the backfieldYeah, it's still stuck up to the four wheelsWe head down to the pub, after work with a couple friendsDollar bills can't get you drunk like they did back thenWell some people leave, but they always come backTo raise their kids and hang their hatsWoah oh ohJust look around, we are this townWoah oh ohEvery inch of ground, we are this town'Fore the sun comes up, yeah Cindy's makin' coffeeTommy sets down his mug, says it's gonna be a long weekLoad the kids in the car, head to church on a SundayThere'll be nowhere where to park, if you turn up lateThis is where I'm from, where I learned about lifeWhere they'll lay me down, yeah when it's my timeWoah oh ohJust look around, we are this townWoah oh ohEvery inch of ground, we are this town(We are, we are)(We are, we are)Yeah we are this townWoah oh ohJust look around, we are this townWoah oh ohEvery inch of ground, we are this townWe are, we are
