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Cooper Alan

Small Town Celebrities

 

Small Town Celebrities


Back in my hometown you were finally cool
When you snuck into an R-rated flick with booze
Project X and Pineapple Express
Gave us inspiration where to take the night next
When credits rolled we were halfway out
Of the parking lot to the barn loft
Twisting tops off, trying not to get caught
But if we did all the cute girls will talk about it

See, word got around about the hell we raised
Every night when the sun went down
We were in our prime
Running that town

It was glory days, it was Chevlorets
Every Friday night in Levis
Running like hell from blue lights
Spending cash, never looking back
Fake IDs, big city dreams
Small town celebrities

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

See, back in my down, yeah back in my town
We had parties in the field when the sun went down
Wasn't no Facebook, no Instagram
No backtalk to momma, it was strictly, "Yes, ma'am"
We was raised in the church, I ain't scared of work
Love Friday night sitting and my high school winning
Heartbreak was real, I reckon it still is
Things ain't change much for small-town kids

We were young and dumb, we were wild and free
Cranked some old Hank [?]
Living in the moment is all we could see
Tryna be a small-town celebrity

It was glory days, it was Chevlorets
Every Friday night in Levis
Running like hell from blue lights
Spending cash, never looking back
Fake IDs, big city dreams
Small town celebrities

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

Red dirt walking, red carpet talking
High dollar rolling, backseat rocking
It was all Hollywood, blowing smoke
A couple James Deans just stealing the show

It was glory days, it was Chevlorets
Every Friday night in Levis
Running like hell from blue lights
Spending cash, never looking back
Fake IDs, big city dreams
Small town celebrities

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

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