Tired of My Small Town
Remembering so long ago
I lived in a small town
Was tired of looking at same sights
Nothing to do was found
I dreamed of making my escape
On a train, bus, or plane
Exploring and making new
friends
I’d never be the same
And so I traveled far and
wide
The fifty states and more
The Caribbean and Scotland
And Ireland shore to shore
And Mexico and Canada
I’ll visit once again
Do I ever miss my small town?
Oh, maybe now and then
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