Small Town Existential Lyrics

All that I am

All that I'll be

Is between this farm and the edge of the county

The things that I do

The people I'll meet

I've already know since I's tall as your knee

There's not much to do

In the place we call home

But you can blow right through stop signs if the corn is still low

My friends stick together

Hate being alone

Since we turned eighteen we ain't really grown

And it's round goes the seasons

Ain't no rhyme or reason

It's corn, beans and wheat

Easy there Hollywood, here have a beer

And keep all them dreams in your sleep

Some guys got married

To the gals that we know

It's funny how your soulmate lives just up the road

We get together and laugh

About the money we've blown

And talk about high school while the wives stay at home

We went to Europe

On our senior trip

Sometimes I think about it all alone between sips

The fellas ain't dumb

But they don't understand

The things that we're missing for this piece of land

And it's round goes the seasons

Ain't no rhyme or reason

It's corn, beans and wheat

It's corn, beans and wheat

It's corn, beans and wheat

Easy there Hollywood, here have a beer

And keep all them dreams in your sleep