Lyrics: Nappy Roots. Humdinger. Small Town.
Boy say to me, he say
"Ay Yuk, what's yo favorite city?"
And I say "West Virginia, that's my hometown"
Take me back to West VA
Take me back to Charleston
It's them doggone busy city streets
That I'm ridin' to get far from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin' to a small town
Take me back to Massachusetts
Take me back to Cape Cod
It's them doggone big ol' city buildings
I'm ridin' to escape from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin' to a small town
Yo, I ride past beautiful cow fields
Top down, see how the air feels
I see trees that was here before me
Seem like each one's telling a story
I just wanna go hit the local bar
Where the owner's fat and smoke cigars
Where country girls attracted me
Seems like everybody works in a factory
Where they ship they goods to bigger places
A city light just could never replace this
Where high school sports is what we live for
Hit the lotto, and next week you still poor
In a small town
Take me back to West VA
Take me back to Charleston
It's them doggone busy city streets
That I'm ridin' to get far from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin' to a small town
Take me back to Massachusetts
Take me back to Cape Cod
It's them doggone big ol' city buildings
I'm ridin' to escape from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin' to a small town
They say the whole damn world is country
Small town livin', dad a porch monkey
Dirt road and gravel, anywhere you travel
Mechanic is the sheriff is the judge with the gavel
Everybody cousin 'cause everybody kin
Piggly Wiggly, one school, everybody friends
From high school football to family reunions
Movin' at the speed of life, drunk by noon and
That's my uncle, I know everybody got one
Freaky ass white girl, daddy got a shotgun
Fly through the town, ya blink ya might miss it
City slicker in the country, wish you come visit
Come on down, come on down
Come on down, come on down
Come on down, come on down
Come on down, come on down
Uh, I like that shit
Lil' Yuk, what you think about that right there?
Like, man, uh, I like North Carolina
I like Kentucky, Tennessee, like
I don't wanna, I wanna see something important
And take a right and right there at it
I don't like all that traffic
Man, I like to get where I'm going
I like people with things on they mind like
"Let's have a good time, let's sit on the porch"
That's what I was telling my homeboy Plump down in Duluth
You know, in Georgia, we was gonna kick it and do it way big
He always show us around at the office
And like why you go to the office?
I'm like, man, that's some real people
Comin' from a small town
And that's where I'm from
And that's where reality
That's Nappy Roots
That's Fish Scales and that's Clutch
An that's B. Stille and that's Skinny Deville
That's V, that's, that's history, man
You know when you from the country
Everything's cool, you know
Give us a front porch, give us a thing of Patron
And give us, you know a few Corona, a Red Stripe
You know, things like that
Budweiser if ya money's low
But we gonna have a good time, man
We comin from a small town
Bowling Green, Kentucky, Milledgeville, Georgia
You know thangs like that
I like 'Catawpa, Mississippi, you know, Florida
All them places like that, small town
Still love for LA and Chicago
But when I wanna kick I wanna be in a small town
Take me back to West VA
Take me back to Charleston
It's them doggone busy city streets
That I'm ridin' to get far from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin' to a small town
Take me back to Massachusetts
Take me back to Cape Cod
It's them doggone big ol' city buildings
I'm ridin' to escape from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin' to a small town
"Ay Yuk, what's yo favorite city?"
And I say "West Virginia, that's my hometown"
Take me back to West VA
Take me back to Charleston
It's them doggone busy city streets
That I'm ridin' to get far from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin' to a small town
Take me back to Massachusetts
Take me back to Cape Cod
It's them doggone big ol' city buildings
I'm ridin' to escape from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin' to a small town
Yo, I ride past beautiful cow fields
Top down, see how the air feels
I see trees that was here before me
Seem like each one's telling a story
I just wanna go hit the local bar
Where the owner's fat and smoke cigars
Where country girls attracted me
Seems like everybody works in a factory
Where they ship they goods to bigger places
A city light just could never replace this
Where high school sports is what we live for
Hit the lotto, and next week you still poor
In a small town
Take me back to West VA
Take me back to Charleston
It's them doggone busy city streets
That I'm ridin' to get far from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin' to a small town
Take me back to Massachusetts
Take me back to Cape Cod
It's them doggone big ol' city buildings
I'm ridin' to escape from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin' to a small town
They say the whole damn world is country
Small town livin', dad a porch monkey
Dirt road and gravel, anywhere you travel
Mechanic is the sheriff is the judge with the gavel
Everybody cousin 'cause everybody kin
Piggly Wiggly, one school, everybody friends
From high school football to family reunions
Movin' at the speed of life, drunk by noon and
That's my uncle, I know everybody got one
Freaky ass white girl, daddy got a shotgun
Fly through the town, ya blink ya might miss it
City slicker in the country, wish you come visit
Come on down, come on down
Come on down, come on down
Come on down, come on down
Come on down, come on down
Uh, I like that shit
Lil' Yuk, what you think about that right there?
Like, man, uh, I like North Carolina
I like Kentucky, Tennessee, like
I don't wanna, I wanna see something important
And take a right and right there at it
I don't like all that traffic
Man, I like to get where I'm going
I like people with things on they mind like
"Let's have a good time, let's sit on the porch"
That's what I was telling my homeboy Plump down in Duluth
You know, in Georgia, we was gonna kick it and do it way big
He always show us around at the office
And like why you go to the office?
I'm like, man, that's some real people
Comin' from a small town
And that's where I'm from
And that's where reality
That's Nappy Roots
That's Fish Scales and that's Clutch
An that's B. Stille and that's Skinny Deville
That's V, that's, that's history, man
You know when you from the country
Everything's cool, you know
Give us a front porch, give us a thing of Patron
And give us, you know a few Corona, a Red Stripe
You know, things like that
Budweiser if ya money's low
But we gonna have a good time, man
We comin from a small town
Bowling Green, Kentucky, Milledgeville, Georgia
You know thangs like that
I like 'Catawpa, Mississippi, you know, Florida
All them places like that, small town
Still love for LA and Chicago
But when I wanna kick I wanna be in a small town
Take me back to West VA
Take me back to Charleston
It's them doggone busy city streets
That I'm ridin' to get far from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin' to a small town
Take me back to Massachusetts
Take me back to Cape Cod
It's them doggone big ol' city buildings
I'm ridin' to escape from
Ridin' to a small town
Ridin' to a small town
Nappy Roots
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