Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Small Town Romance
Performer
Flora Smith
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Flora Smith
Composer
Songteksten
Two boys racing the asphalt street
One by crying with a scraped up knee
His brother wipes away the dust and blood
Two boys tearing down a great big hill
Their mother yells out, don’t get yourself killed
And be home before its dark
There’ll come a time, she’d say
When you’re too old for running round
When you cool your engines down
That’s not now
Wild boys make your mother proud
Wild boys make your mother proud
Two boys racing round a factor lot
The tires are screaming, the girls are hot
Their cousin’s keeping lookout for the cops
They’ll be back here when the year is through
At 7am in their working boots
Ready to start living by the clock
There’ll come a time, she’d say
When you’re too old for running round
When you cool your engines down
That’s not now
Wild boys make your mother proud
Wild boys make your mother proud
Well she sleeps a little light while the boys away
Waiting for the sound of the car wheels, and the hand break
When the sound comes in well she just can’t move
Her breath is gone, she’s shaking through and through
The lights flash red and blue
The lights flash red and blue
But there’ll come a time, she’d say
When you’re too old for running round
When you cool your engines down
That’s not now
Wild boys make your mother proud
Wild boys make your mother proud
Written by: Flora Smith
