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Capo 2nd fret
E B A
I grew up where I could see the stars
E B A
Drinkin' sweet tea from a Mason jar
E B
Dogwood trees like leaves through the pine
A
People on the porch watchin' fireflies
E B A
And drivin ‘round the wal-mart on a Friday night
E B A
I'm just a small town girl
E B A
And that's all I'll ever be
E B A
I'm just a small town girl
A B E
Hey, that's alright with me
I'd rather be fishin' with grandpa on the lake
Then getting all glammed up,
Fake eyelashes on my face
Old blue jeans and a baseball cap
A town so small you don't need a map
That's where I'm from and there ain't no changing me
E B A
I'm just a small town girl
E B A
And that's all I'll ever be
E B A
I'm just a small town girl
A B E
Hey, that's alright with me
B A
I'd rather ride in a Chevy truck
Than a Ferrari
B
Give me a cheeseburger
A
I ain't eatin' no calamari
E B A
I'm just a small town girl
E B A
And that's all I'll ever be
E B A
I'm just a small town girl
A B A
Hey, that's alright with me-----
E B A
Coca-cola and apple pie
A
Dirt roads and old clothes lines
E B A
Familiar faces and dandelion bracelets
E
You never meet a stranger,
B
And everybody helps out
A
Soft green grass, Sunday school and wild flowers
E A
Drivin', drivin', drivin', drivin' around
I'm just a small town girl
I'm just a small town girl
I'm just a small town girl
I'm just a small town girl
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