Stub Lee - Little Towns of Pain

This highway is meaner than a dozen devils
Rebels ride a hundred miles of hurt
There's no guarantee of what you'll see
We're all born from the same sinful dirt
The road back home is always longer
One church towns flash past in a wide open land
Feel the pain of a small town's torture
Under the gun in a righteous hand
She was reading her Bible but he says they went to bed
That's how rumors start and like fire they get spread
It's all about the shakedown as the plate gets passed down to you
Financing shame to thine own self can't be true
Everyone knows your business protect your name
Theres no way out it seems of these little towns of pain
The blues drove through the middle of Texas
The dead danced a hundred years straight
They learned the truth that to love one another
Is so much harder than it is to hate
Not every girl can be the prom queen
And idle hands tend to make a scene
It's all about the shakedown as the plate gets passed down to you
Financing shame to thine own self can't be true
Everyone knows your business protect your name
Theres no way out it seems of these little towns of pain
Phobias and commandments
Leaving you feeling out of place
I'm rolling through another small town
Where it's so sad and so bad they keep their heads down
A Mississippi highway in a hard pouring rain
Carousels of drama in little towns of pain
Houses falling down by the road
People feeling trapped and their hearts turning cold
It's all about the shakedown as the plate gets passed down to you
Financing shame to thine own self can't be true
Everyone knows your business protect your name
Theres no way out it seems of these little towns of pain

Written by:
Adam Graser

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