Ain't but a half a mile between the city limit signs
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Population nine hundred 'n' nine
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A lotta front porch swingin', down home livin'
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Friday night hell raisin', Sunday morning repentance
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We got our gossip goin' on down at Betty's Beauty Shop
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They're sellin' 90 proof corn juice out back at the co-op
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Judge Taylor likes to fight when his potbelly's full of beer
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Theres always somethin' goin' on
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But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here
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We got kids burnin' rubber 'round the old town square
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Tall tales being told in Harry's barber chair
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Life moves slow
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There's always somethin' goin' on
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But there ain't nothin goin' wrong around here
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Old men bettin' on the weather on the courthouse stairs
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Luther wackin' off weeds in his underwear
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They go moon skinny-dippin this time of year
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Theres always somethin' on
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But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here
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Other than kids burnin' rubber 'round the old town square
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Tall tales bein' told in Harry's barber chair
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Life moves slow
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There's always somethin' goin' on
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But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here
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Only time Sheriff Lester breaks his handcuffs out
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Is when his wife's been drinkin' and they're back at the house
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He'll be walking' 'round for days in a daze grinnin' ear to ear
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There's always somethin' goin' on
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But there ain't nothin' going wrong around here
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Nothin' Goin' Wrong Around Here
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Craig Morgan |