It's a Small Town

You can try sneaking around if you like
By the wharf, or away in the woods
Poaching at lobsters and deer and the like
And doesn't that homebrew taste good?

You can say you were hiking
Pretend you were lost
But you'll smell like a drunk in the end
It's a small town
And the word will get 'round
That you can be sure, my friend

You can grow plants in the bush if you like
Water them every day
Pick a nice spot that is just out of sight
Sunny, but out of the way

Then, when the time comes to harvest your crop
Some kids cut them down at the end
'Cause it's a small town
And the word will get 'round
That you can be sure, my friend

You can try cheating on your lovely wife
There's always a goer around
Take her out back in the bush, if you like
Do everything not to be found

Pants 'round your ankles
You fumble about
Wondering how this one will end
It's a small town
And the word will get 'round
That you can be sure, my friend

So I went running as fast as I could
From the scene of all my crimes
I imagined a life somewhere else far away
And hope [?]

And claim I was orphaned
And came from out west
And start fresh all over again
But in my small town
The word will get 'round
That you can be sure, my friend
That you can be sure, my friend