S is for Small Town USA

Small Town USA

by Gregg Metcalf

February 8, 2002

I work in a factory in small-town USA

I listen to the radio most everyday

I love to hear the singers as they hit the charts

with all their songs about broken hearts

I work hard at my job just to make a living

I won't get rich and I won't make a killing

I come home dirty, full of sweat and dirt

my back aches and every muscle hurts

So I'd go crazy if I couldn't hear em sing

bout cheatin' and drinkin' and everything

Like the man in black and Folsom Prison Blues

or like the Possum singing I just can't choose

So I saved some money and planned a little trip

to Nashville, Tennessee where they made the hits

It took a lot of doing just see the old Ryman Hall

But with my hat in hand I stood there in awe

Then suddenly it happened as I was standing there

a mournful sound came through the cold night air

I began to hear all the stars that once played

all those nights on the Grand Ole Opry stage

As I listened to em sing I couldn't stop movin’

I danced  with joy as I heard Charlie Louvin

Conway Twitty, Johnny Cash and of course ole Hank

with tears in my eyes I stood there and gave thanks

You producers and record giants and such

need to remember who listens and buys their stuff

I'm a working man whose saved for every tape

let em do it their way, forget all your debate

Cause I work in a factory in small-town USA

And I listen to the radio most everyday

I love to hear my singers as they hit the charts

with songs of love or life and broken hearts