These are the lyrics to a parody of Garth Brooks's 'Nobody Gets Off In
This Town'. This version is written by Tom Batchelor.
Nobody got soul in this town
Just look at what they call their downtown:
There ain't no drive-in movie, or even a park
Just a little restaurant and a couple of bars
Corn stalks grow in everybody's backyard,
Nobody got soul in this town.
Nobody got soul in this town
They always just sit around.
Their favorite occupation is haulin' hay
Their fastest worker only hauls a load a day
And the boss man says 'Hey I like it that way!'
Nobody got soul in this town.
Nobody got soul in this town
Just look at what they're chuggin' down:
You'll never find a vodka or martini here
Just a little whiskey and buckets of beer!
Long neck bottles spilllin' outta their ears
Nobody got soul in this town.
Nobody got soul in this town
They oughtta just ... tear it down
Their music is so sappy, it makes me barf
They play it in their restaurant, you know I'd rather starve
And everybody's favorite singer is GARTH!
Nobody got soul
Nobody got soul
Nobody got soul in this sad old excuse for a stompin' ground,
No, nobody got soul in this town.
