| Song | My Little Town - Live Version |
| Artist | Simon |
| Album | Old Friends Live On Stage |
| In my little town | |
| I grew up believing | |
| God keeps | |
| His eye on us all | |
| And He used to lean upon me | |
| As I pledged allegiance to the wall | |
| Lord, I recall my little town | |
| Coming home after school | |
| Flying my bike past the gates of the factories | |
| My mom doin' the laundry | |
| Hangin' our shirts in the dirty breeze | |
| And after it rains there’s a rainbow | |
| And all of the colors are black | |
| It’s not that the colors aren’t there | |
| It’s just imagination they lack | |
| Everything’s the same | |
| Back in my little town | |
| My little town, my little town | |
| Nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town | |
| Nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town | |
| Nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town | |
| In my little town | |
| I never meant nothing | |
| I was just my father's son | |
| Saving my money, dreamin' of glory | |
| Twitching like a finger on the trigger of a gun | |
| Leaving nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town | |
| Nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town | |
| Nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town | |
| Nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town |
| In my little town | |
| I grew up believing | |
| God keeps | |
| His eye on us all | |
| And He used to lean upon me | |
| As I pledged allegiance to the wall | |
| Lord, I recall my little town | |
| Coming home after school | |
| Flying my bike past the gates of the factories | |
| My mom doin' the laundry | |
| Hangin' our shirts in the dirty breeze | |
| And after it rains there' s a rainbow | |
| And all of the colors are black | |
| It' s not that the colors aren' t there | |
| It' s just imagination they lack | |
| Everything' s the same | |
| Back in my little town | |
| My little town, my little town | |
| Nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town | |
| Nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town | |
| Nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town | |
| In my little town | |
| I never meant nothing | |
| I was just my father' s son | |
| Saving my money, dreamin' of glory | |
| Twitching like a finger on the trigger of a gun | |
| Leaving nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town | |
| Nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town | |
| Nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town | |
| Nothing but the dead and dying | |
| Back in my little town |