by Daniel Kelly
C G C G Living in a small town, were people know your name, C G D G You can count on folks in a small town, There’s nothing quite the same C G D G I’ve spent some time in the big town, getting lost in the crowd, C G C D G In shopping malls and parking lots, so angry, scared and loud There was Allan at the toy store, with books and games and more, A wonder land for every child, from three to ninety four There Tootsie, Thyme and Traders, cafe’s to name a few, Friendly faces on a Saturday, caffeine to get you through. The members of town council, you meet them in the street, They don’t arrive by limousine, mostly walking on their feet. At the Market’s on a Saturday, you’re sure to meet a friend Fresh and local produce, music and a hand to lend You’ll hear Brian on the radio, spinning up some tunes, With Trish or Jan or Johnny, reading the local news