Hate This Town

Oh, that's it, boys

Well, I dreamt that I was back

Back in my hometown

And in my dream things are different

'Cause I'd stuck around

I dreamt of a house on a quiet little street

With a fridge full of beer and children at my feet

And I used to hate this town

Oh, back when I lived here

In my dreams I don't hate this town

I'm thinking I'm lucky I live here

Well, it seems in my dream I'd taken my dad up on his offer

And took over the hardware store

And in my dream that old store was looking better than it's ever had before

I dreamt of a life lived in no rush

I dreamed of a quiet and gentle hush

Tell you, used to hate this town

Oh yeah, when I lived there

In my dreams, I don't hate this town

I'm thinking I'm lucky I live here

Well, a few months after that dream, I

Found myself driving back

And about all I could find of that old town was

A rusted out, old railroad track

I dreamt of the difference

I might have made

'Cause I dreamt of the difference

If I'd stayed

Tell you, used to hate this town

Oh yeah, when I was there

In my dreams, I don't hate this time

I'm thinking I'm lucky I live here

Oh, why'd I ever leave this old town?

Didn't want to work in no hardware store

I wish I'd stayed