My Town

Yeah, we grew up hard

We grew up tough

Just our little family

Didn't have too much

My Daddy worked the riggs

Till it broke his back

They worked him to the bone

Till he will crack

So if I see you coming

To my place

Let's have a little respect

Maybe a little grace

Cause this is where we hang our hat

And raise our flag

And we don't have that here

Baby, not in My Town

Yeah, not in My Town

Whoa, yeah hmm, hmm

Yeah not in My Town

Hmmm

Yeah, Mama grew up hard

She grew up tough

Did what she could

To keep our heads above

She worked all day

And she slaved all night

Did what she could

Just to keep it right

So if I see you coming

To our place

Let's have a little respect

Maybe a little grace

Cause this is where we hang our hat

And raise our flag

And we don't have that here

Not in My Town

Baby not in My Town

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah ah

Yeah, not in My Town

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

Grandaddy had it hard

Yeah, this is so

Well, he grew up in the bayou

Of West Monroe

He worked the land

With his blood, sweat and pain

He did what he could, never complained

So if I see you coming

To our place

Let's have a little respect

Maybe a little grace

Cause this is where we hang our hat

And raise our flag

And we don't have that here

Baby, not in My Town

Yeah, here in My Town

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah ah

Yeah, not in My Town

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

And this is where we grow our roots

And we can't have that here

And this is where we tell our stories

And we can't have that here

And this is where we love our people

We can't have that here

And this is where we raise Old Glory

And we can't have that here

In My Town

Yeah here in My Town

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh yeah ah

Yeah, not in My Town

Hmm, hmm, hmm, hmm

Not my house, not my town no

Not my house, not my town

Not my house, not my town

Not my house, not My Town!