| Song | Small Town Boy |
| Artist | Sherrié Austin |
| Album | Streets of Heaven |
| 作词 : Austin, Rambeaux | |
| Well he wore my name in a tatoo on his arm, | |
| And in a tender voice he said he'd wait for me, | |
| Yeah you're dreams are bigger than some red dirt farms, | |
| But the grass on the other side aint always green. | |
| Then, I, said good bye, and on those silver wings he let me fly, | |
| Well I gave him a kiss but | |
| I would not give my heart, | |
| To a small town boy, | |
| Heaven forbid that | |
| I'd ever miss the arms, | |
| Of a small town boy. | |
| Now the south bound wheels on this gray hound bus, | |
| Can't carry me home fast enough, | |
| Well I got off track now | |
| I gotta win back the love, | |
| Of a small town boy. | |
| Has he found a warmer touch or a pretty face? | |
| Does he lay with her down where the lilacs grow? | |
| Oh those city boys could never take his place, | |
| Will I find the humble words to tell him so? | |
| Can, I, turn back time? | |
| Does a fool deserve the right to change her mind? | |
| Well I gave him a kiss but | |
| I would not give my heart, | |
| To a small town boy, | |
| Heaven forbid that | |
| I'd ever miss the arms, | |
| Of a small town boy. | |
| Now the south bound wheels on this gray hound bus, | |
| Can't carry me home fast enough, | |
| Well I got off track now | |
| I gotta win back the love, | |
| Of a small town boy. | |
| I miss the little things, | |
| Like the summer heat, the fire flies, dancein slow on a stary night, | |
| When I was the apple of his eye. | |
| Let me still be the apple of his eye, | |
| Well I got off track now | |
| I gotta win back the love, | |
| Well I got off track wont you help me win back the love, | |
| Of a small town boy. | |
| Small town boy, | |
| Small town boy, | |
| Small town boy. |
| zuò cí : Austin, Rambeaux | |
| Well he wore my name in a tatoo on his arm, | |
| And in a tender voice he said he' d wait for me, | |
| Yeah you' re dreams are bigger than some red dirt farms, | |
| But the grass on the other side aint always green. | |
| Then, I, said good bye, and on those silver wings he let me fly, | |
| Well I gave him a kiss but | |
| I would not give my heart, | |
| To a small town boy, | |
| Heaven forbid that | |
| I' d ever miss the arms, | |
| Of a small town boy. | |
| Now the south bound wheels on this gray hound bus, | |
| Can' t carry me home fast enough, | |
| Well I got off track now | |
| I gotta win back the love, | |
| Of a small town boy. | |
| Has he found a warmer touch or a pretty face? | |
| Does he lay with her down where the lilacs grow? | |
| Oh those city boys could never take his place, | |
| Will I find the humble words to tell him so? | |
| Can, I, turn back time? | |
| Does a fool deserve the right to change her mind? | |
| Well I gave him a kiss but | |
| I would not give my heart, | |
| To a small town boy, | |
| Heaven forbid that | |
| I' d ever miss the arms, | |
| Of a small town boy. | |
| Now the south bound wheels on this gray hound bus, | |
| Can' t carry me home fast enough, | |
| Well I got off track now | |
| I gotta win back the love, | |
| Of a small town boy. | |
| I miss the little things, | |
| Like the summer heat, the fire flies, dancein slow on a stary night, | |
| When I was the apple of his eye. | |
| Let me still be the apple of his eye, | |
| Well I got off track now | |
| I gotta win back the love, | |
| Well I got off track wont you help me win back the love, | |
| Of a small town boy. | |
| Small town boy, | |
| Small town boy, | |
| Small town boy. |