| Song | Nothin' Goin' Wrong Around Here |
| Artist | Craig Morgan |
| Album | Little Bit of Life |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Ain't but a half a mile between the city limit signs | |
| Population nine hundred an' nine | |
| A lotta front porch swingin', down home livin' | |
| Friday night hell raisin', Sunday mornin' repentance | |
| We got your gossip goin' on down at Betty's Beauty Shop | |
| They're sellin' 90 proof corn juice out back at the co-op | |
| Judge Taylor likes to fight when his potbelly's full of beer | |
| There's always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here | |
| We got kids burnin' rubber â€~round the old town square | |
| Tall tales bein' told in Harry's barber chair | |
| Life moves slow | |
| There's always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here | |
| Old men bettin' on the weather on the courthouse stairs | |
| Luther wackin' down his weeds in his underwear | |
| They go moon skinny-dippin' this time of year | |
| There's always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here | |
| Other than kids burnin' rubber â€~round the old town square | |
| Tall tales bein' told in Harry's barber chair | |
| Life moves slow | |
| There's always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here | |
| Only time Sheriff Lester breaks his handcuffs out | |
| Is when his wife's been drinkin' and they're back at the house | |
| He'll be walkin' â€~round for days in a daze grinnin' ear to ear | |
| There's always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here |
| Ain' t but a half a mile between the city limit signs | |
| Population nine hundred an' nine | |
| A lotta front porch swingin', down home livin' | |
| Friday night hell raisin', Sunday mornin' repentance | |
| We got your gossip goin' on down at Betty' s Beauty Shop | |
| They' re sellin' 90 proof corn juice out back at the coop | |
| Judge Taylor likes to fight when his potbelly' s full of beer | |
| There' s always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain' t nothin' goin' wrong around here | |
| We got kids burnin' rubber round the old town square | |
| Tall tales bein' told in Harry' s barber chair | |
| Life moves slow | |
| There' s always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain' t nothin' goin' wrong around here | |
| Old men bettin' on the weather on the courthouse stairs | |
| Luther wackin' down his weeds in his underwear | |
| They go moon skinnydippin' this time of year | |
| There' s always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain' t nothin' goin' wrong around here | |
| Other than kids burnin' rubber round the old town square | |
| Tall tales bein' told in Harry' s barber chair | |
| Life moves slow | |
| There' s always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain' t nothin' goin' wrong around here | |
| Only time Sheriff Lester breaks his handcuffs out | |
| Is when his wife' s been drinkin' and they' re back at the house | |
| He' ll be walkin' round for days in a daze grinnin' ear to ear | |
| There' s always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain' t nothin' goin' wrong around here |
| Ain' t but a half a mile between the city limit signs | |
| Population nine hundred an' nine | |
| A lotta front porch swingin', down home livin' | |
| Friday night hell raisin', Sunday mornin' repentance | |
| We got your gossip goin' on down at Betty' s Beauty Shop | |
| They' re sellin' 90 proof corn juice out back at the coop | |
| Judge Taylor likes to fight when his potbelly' s full of beer | |
| There' s always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain' t nothin' goin' wrong around here | |
| We got kids burnin' rubber round the old town square | |
| Tall tales bein' told in Harry' s barber chair | |
| Life moves slow | |
| There' s always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain' t nothin' goin' wrong around here | |
| Old men bettin' on the weather on the courthouse stairs | |
| Luther wackin' down his weeds in his underwear | |
| They go moon skinnydippin' this time of year | |
| There' s always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain' t nothin' goin' wrong around here | |
| Other than kids burnin' rubber round the old town square | |
| Tall tales bein' told in Harry' s barber chair | |
| Life moves slow | |
| There' s always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain' t nothin' goin' wrong around here | |
| Only time Sheriff Lester breaks his handcuffs out | |
| Is when his wife' s been drinkin' and they' re back at the house | |
| He' ll be walkin' round for days in a daze grinnin' ear to ear | |
| There' s always somethin' goin' on | |
| But there ain' t nothin' goin' wrong around here |