Small Town Girl

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 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