Small Town Girl
Kellie Pickler
Capo 2
Intro: E-B-F#m-A - X2
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 F#m
People on the porch watchin'' fireflies
E B A B
And drivin ‘round the wal-mart on a Friday night
E B A E
I''m just a small town girl
B A
And that''s all I''ll ever be
E B A
I''m just a small town girl
B E B
Hey, that''s alright with me
E B A
I''d rather be fishin'' with grandpa on the lake
E B A
Then getting all glammed up, fake eyelashes on my face
E
Cut off jeans and an old ball cap
A F#m
A town so small you don''t need a map
E B A B
That''s where I''m from and there ain''t no changing me
E B A E
I''m just a small town girl
B A
And that''s all I''ll ever be
E B A
I''m just a small town girl
B E
Hey, that''s alright with me
B A E
I''d rather ride in a Chevy truck, than a Ferrari
B A F#m
Give me a cheeseburger, 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
B E B-A
Hey, that''s alright with me-
E B
Coca-cola and apple pie
A
Dirt roads and old clothes lines
E B A
Familiar faces and dandelion bracelets
E B
You never meet a stranger, and everybody helps out
A
Soft green grass, Sunday school and wild flowers
E B A
Drivin'', drivin'', drivin'', drivin'' around
E B A E B A
I''m just a small town girl, I''m just a small town girl
E B A E B A E-B-A-E
I''m just a small town girl, I''m just a small town girl
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