Well you know I call my baby up
A quarter to three
Said you better come on down and rescue me
I've got to leave this town, and I've to leave right now
Whoa, I ain't gonna be held responsible for the things going on in my mind
Whoa, you know they said I need to rest, but I can't agree
Ever since I got here I don't even sleep
I've got to leave this town and I've got to leave right now (mhm)

I don't care who, what, when or where
Won't you get me out somehow?
Oh, I've got the lowdown dirty living in a small town blues
But, I'm running out of things to do
Whoa, you know I don't need no pity, just drop me in a city
I gotta feel the rhythm, feel the rhythm
Feel the rhythm running in my shoes (hey, hey)
Yes I do

Whoa, I do do do do
Well, I do do do do
Well, I do do do do
Well, I do do do do
Small town blues
Yea, oh I do do do do
Well, I do do do do
I don't care who, what, when or where
I wantcha to get me out somehow
Oh, I got the lowdown dirty living in the small town blues
And, I'm running out of things to do
Whoa, you know I don't need no pity just drop me in a city
I gotta feel the rhythm, feel the rhythm
Feel the rhythm running in my shoes, yes I do

Whoa, I do do do do
Well, I do do do do
Well, I do do do do
Well, I do do do do
I got the small town blues (do do do do)
I got the small town blues (do do do do)
I got the small town blues (do do do do)
I got small town blues
I got small town blues
I got small town blues
I got small town blues
I got small town blues

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Writer(s): Ruthie Cecelia Foster