Karaoké Small Town Girl Kellie Pickler

I grew up where

I could see the stars

Drinking sweet tea from a Mason jar

Dogwood trees like leaves through the pines

People on the porch 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 lake

Then getting all glammed up fake eyelashes on my face

Cut off jeans and an old ball cap

A town so small you don't need a map

That's where I'm from and there ain't no changing me

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 ride I a Chevy truck than a Ferrari

Give me a cheeseburger

I 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 dandelion bracelets

You never meet a stranger and everybody 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

I'm just a small town girl

I'm just a small town girl