To us, to us

This town's been too good to us

To us, to us

This town's been too good to us.

Gave us that hilltop place to park

Gave us them girls that stole our hearts

Gave us them bucks up on the wall

The way we live and the way we talk.

Gave us state, that senior year

Them country stores to buy that beer

A place to go nobody knows

When you take it in and you take it.

Slow like that river rolls

Where that green grass grows

I can't explain it

Aw, it's something, ain't it?

Yeah, we sure painted it up, tore down them old two-lane roads

We either stole every sign or left them in bullet holes

It wasn't nowhere as bad as we all said that it was

Yeah, looking back at it now, this town's been too good to us.

To us, to us

This town's been too good to us

To us, to us

This town's been too good to us.

Raised hell on the weekends, yeah

Man, what were we thinking when we said

We'd leave it in a cloud of dust?

This town's been too good to us (to us, to us)

Good people in a back row pew

Good dirt that the corn grows through

Good water that can wash away our sins

Good times with some damn good friends.

Whole lot of not too much to do

All the time in the world to do it

Every bit of that down home dirt was heaven on earth

And we never knew it.

Yeah, we sure painted it up, tore down them old two-lane roads

We either stole every sign or left them in bullet holes

It wasn't nowhere as bad as we all said that it was

Yeah, looking back at it now, this town's been too good to us.

Raised hell on the weekends, yeah...

Man, what were we thinking when we said

We'd leave it in a cloud of dust?

This town's been too good to us

Yeah, too good to us.

This town's been too good to us

To us, to us

This town's been too good to us

To us, to us

This town's been too good to us.

Raised hell on the weekends, yeah...

Man, what were we thinking when we said

We'd leave it in a cloud of dust?

This town's been too good to us (to us)

Yeah, too good to us (to us, to us)

This town's been too good to us

Yeah, too good to us (to us, to us)

This town's been too good to us.

Slow like that river rolls

Where that green grass grows

I can't explain it, aw, it's something, ain't it?

(Something, ain't it? something ain't it?)