This Kind Of Town - Justin Moore

In this kind of town people stay together

Nobody leaves unless they leave forever

But then again, they don’t really leave

'Cause deep down inside of me I know Heaven’s gotta be

This kind of town

In this kind of town we know how to fix it

We know how to make it, we know how to mix it

Friday night lasts all weekend long

We crank it up loud and sing a little song about

This kind of town

We work hard, play hard

Take our paychecks straight to the Walmart

Girls will out drank you

Boys will out Hank you

Tie a yellow ribbon on a tree to say thank you

Sunday morning rolls around

We walk up the aisle and kneel down

We look around at all we’ve been given

And we thank God to be living in

This kind of town

(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

In this kind of town there’s peanuts in a bottle

The old men ramble at the brand new McDonald’s

Talk about the war and the football team

Saying Lordy me I never thought I’d live to see this kind of town

We work hard, play hard

Take our paychecks straight to the Walmart

Girls will out drank you

Boys will out Hank you

Tie a yellow ribbon on a tree to say thank you

Sunday morning rolls around

We walk up the aisle and kneel down

We look around at all we’ve been given

And we thank God to be living in

This kind of town

No it ain’t everything but let me tell you, it’s everything

In this kind of town people stay together

Nobody leaves unless they leave forever

But then again they don’t really leave

'Cause deep down inside of me I know Heaven’s gotta be

This kind of town

(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)

This kind of town

(whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa)