There used to be a place where I would run Down by the little stream Where I could dream of things to come It doesnt seem like twenty years ago But theres eight lanes of concrete Running over my old back road Theyre tearing my little town down Stone by stone, ground by ground Men used to work in that old factory Now they just stand around Dont tear it down I guess I shouldnt really be surprised Its all in the name of progress But it seems like suicide They say you can never go back again And I feel like Im saying goodbye Oh, to my only friend Theyre tearing my little town down Stone by stone, ground by ground We turn away so we dont have to see But we cant shut out that sound Dont tear it down You might also likeThere used to be a place where I would go And except for some old photographs Its a place my kids never will know A cold wind blows across the setting sun And I worry about the future When the past is under the gun Theyre tearing my little town down Stone by stone, ground by ground And it was here before my father was Hes buried in this ground Dont tear it down
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