Changing is hard, but sometimes, you've got to go with the flow.show more...
Small Towns Verse: It was 1980 back in my hometown, population 309. The folks were God-fearing farmers and backwoods sawyers; it was a simple place, a simple time. And the main street through, it was a two-lane road. Not a traffic light in sight. We had an old general store, a post office and a little café named Roy’s. Chorus: And now it’s been 30 years and the town’s grown up, and it’s not quite the same as it was. Life in the city went crazy and the chaos it seems left people lookin’ for new places to go. It’s hard to watch a small town grow. Verse: Well the family’s been planted down on this here farm for the last 97 years. It’s out on County Road 50, on 300 acres and there’s Grandma, she lives next door. Now the main street’s filled up with busy commuters headin’ to and from the Interstate. The old mill closed down, it’s all fallin’ apart, that’s not the way it was in better days. Chorus: Now in the old ball field there sits 200 homes, and across the street a Wal-Mart and bank. Our little sleepy old town, it’s called Suburbia now, I feel as if I’m losin’ part of my soul. It’s hard to watch a small town grow. Verse / Bridge: I remember Granddaddy sayin’ changin’ is hard, but there are times you gotta go with the flow. But I still look back to that old hometown that I knew not so long ago. Chorus: Now in the old ball field there are 200 homes, and across the street a Wal-Mart and bank. I'd like to turn back time and see that hometown of mine—I feel as if I’m losin’ part of my soul. Cause it’s hard to watch a small town grow.