Letra Hate a small town Ernest

Hate a small town

Somebody's burning up a big brush pile
Somebody's cutting their grass
Somebody's planting them front porch flowers
Somebody's digging up the past

I mean, ooh, it's hard to hate a small town

Peach pie cooling off by her sink
Hummingbird floating 'round her dive spot
She's too old to be pullin' them weeds
So the neighbor's kids do it 'cause they're raised right

I mean, ooh, it's hard to hate a small town
Yes, it is

It's hard to hate them two-lane roads on a harvest moon
F150 feelin' bulletproof
Rope swing down on Sycamore Creek
And the miles and miles of cottonwood trees

Find a pull off spot where you can park
Fall in love, and break a heart
Aw yeah, there's always gonna be something to talk aboutIt's hard to hate a small town

That good ole boys football game's the only thing to do on Fridays
And they ain't won state since 2008, but there's cars lined down the highway
Come on

Ooh, yeah, it's hard to hate a small town

It's hard to hate them two-lane roads on a harvest moon
F150 feelin' bulletproof
Rope swing down on Sycamore Creek
And the miles and miles of cottonwood trees

Find a pull off spot where you can park
Fall in love, and break a heart
Aw yeah, there's always gonna be something to talk about
It's hard to hate a small town

Somebody's shining up a long black hearse
Somebody's 'bout to get buried
Somebody's ringing that old church bell
Looks like they just got married
I mean, ooh

It's hard to hate them two-lane roads on a harvest moon
F150 feelin' bulletproof
Rope swing down on Sycamore Creek
And the miles and miles of cottonwood trees

Find a pull off spot where you can park
Fall in love, and break a heart
Aw yeah, there's always gonna be something to talk about
Lord, it's hard to hate a small town

Yes, it is
It's hard to hate a small town