Shelly Fairchild - Tiny Town Lyrics
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Tiny Town
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What Are The Lyrics For Tiny Town By Shelly Fairchild?
Here we go again on this telephone line
Every time we talk I always end up crying You're always telling me bout what I'm missing If I came back there I'd only end up wishing Mama I can come home but I can't stay long Gotta make a little money trying to sing my songs My hearts still there even though I'm gone I've put my roots deep in the ground Of that tiny town I can remember all the things you've said I hear your sweet voice talking in my head I'm a Mississippi girl, no I won't forget it But if I don't stay here I know I'm going to regret it Mama I can come home but I can't stay long Gotta make a little money trying to sing my songs My hearts still there even though I'm gone I've put my roots deep in the ground Of that tiny town I feel your arms around me like its yesterday I'm still daddies little girl and I won't go away You know that I'm a dreamer and I've got to do this Got to do this but know that I wish That I can come home I just can't stay long Gotta make a little money trying to sing my songs My hearts still there even though I'm gone I've put my roots deep in the ground Of that tiny town Of that tiny town Of that tiny town |
Who Wrote Tiny Town By Shelly Fairchild?
Shelly Fairchild, Shelly Lain Fairchild, Stephony E. Smith
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What's The Duration Of The Tiny Town By Shelly Fairchild?The duration of Tiny Town is 3:19 minutes and seconds. |
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