When I was 15, my buddy Joe and me bought a pint of Maker's Mark with a fake IDBefore we even had a chance to go and break the sealA car rolled up with my daddy at the wheelThat ain't life in a small townThat's life in a really small townThere ain't no point in trying to sneak aroundThey're true to find you out and hunt you downYou can't get by with anything you doWhen there ain't but a few of youYeah, there's a difference in a small townAnd growing up in a really, really, really small townI was one of seven boys in my senior classPlayed safety, quarterback, and trumpet at the halfI grew up so far out in the sticksI was captain of the swim team and couldn't swim a lickThat ain't life in a small townThat's life in a really small townThere ain't no point in trying to sneak aroundThey're true to find you out and hunt you downYou can't get by with anything you doWhen there ain't but a few of youYeah, there's a difference in a small townAnd growing up in a really, really, really small townMy mama was a teacherCut here on the sideKnew the front page news before the egg even droppedWhen I tried to get out of townI couldn't get away with anything at allSome dear sister wouldn't hesitate to call the wallYou can't get by with anything you doWhen there ain't but a few of youYeah, there's a difference in a small townAnd growing up in a really, really, really small townYeah, there's a difference in a small townAnd growing up in a really, really, really, really, really, really, really small town