Somebody's burning up a big brush pile

Somebody's cutting their grass

Somebody's planting them front porch flowers

Somebody's digging up the past

I mean, ooh, it's hard to hate a small town

Peach pie cooling off by her sink, hummingbird floating 'round her dive spot

She's too old to be pullin' them weeds, so the neighbor's kids do it 'cause they're raised right

I mean, ooh, it's hard to hate a small town

Yes, it is

It's hard to hate them two lane roads on a harvest moon

F150 feelin' bulletproof

Rope swing down on Sycamore Creek and the miles and miles of cottonwood trees

Find a pull off spot where you can park, fall in love, and break a heart

Aw yeah, there's always gonna be something to talk about

It's hard to hate a small town

That good ole boys football game's the only thing to do on Fridays

And they ain't won state since 2008, but there's cars lined down the highway, come on

Ooh, yeah, it's hard to hate a small town

It's hard to hate them two lane roads on a harvest moon

F150 feelin' bulletproof

Rope swing down on Sycamore Creek and the miles and miles of cottonwood trees

Find a pull off spot where you can park, fall in love, and break a heart

Aw yeah, there's always gonna be something to talk about

It's hard to hate a small town

Somebody's shining up a long black hearse

Somebody's 'bout to get buried

Somebody's ringing that old church bell

Looks like they just got married

I mean, ooh

It's hard to hate them two lane roads on a harvest moon

F150 feelin' bulletproof

Rope swing down on Sycamore Creek and the miles and miles of cottonwood trees

Find a pull off spot where you can park, fall in love, and break a heart

Aw yeah, there's always gonna be something to talk about

Lord, it's hard to hate a small town

Yes, it is

It's hard to hate a small town