Lyrics This town's got rich folks dying, right down beside the poor, limousine's and widows crying, victims of the lonely wars. Chorus Cavier and beans and bacon lined up at the grocery store, and this town's got a hardhat river with sleeping pilgrams on the shore And this town's got folks on nothing, bundled up and broke down cars, college kids and BMW's, parked in front of all night bars, Chorus And this town's got a small time rumble, and this town's got a big time roar, barking dogs and lots of people swinging fists and slamming doors. And this town's got dreams of plenty, some are wasted and some are new, and this town taught me that it ain't what you know, boy it's what you do. Chorus And this town's got a raging fever, on a hot cold July night, and me I'm one more true believer, trying hard to get it right And this town's got a poor man's muscle, and this town's got a rich man's clout, half a million fools a flying, coming in and getting out, Chorus And this town is rough and ready, for whatever stuff comes down, and right now I'm holding steady and hanging on here in this town, this town is rough and ready, for whatever might come down, and right now I'm holding steady and hanging on here in this town. This town, Is my town.
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