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#Twice
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#Pick and strum at the same time.
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#Verse 1:
You can talk about the weather
Or the mayors sister
You can talk about small talk

You can walk the city limits
In a matter of minutes
You can talk about taking a walk

You can count the stars in the clear night sky
Or just sit back and hear the train go by

Chorus:
Hey, it’s a small town
They roll the sidewalks up
Come around sundown
Hey, it’s a small town
The place where we grew up
And still Hang around

Verse 2:
That rich young widow
Keeps talking to the preacher
Lord help their soul’s be saved

And Mr. Johnsons daughter
Flew in from Nevada
When they put him in his grave

Tommy took a summer job at Pontiac
He’s still writin’ letters but he’s not comin’ back

Chorus

Play intro once

Chorus
I’m easy to be found
Hey, it’s a small town

Play intro twice, fade on second time.

CHORUS
Standin’ with the one you love
‘Neath the mistletoe
Silent Night and Rudolph
Playin’ on your radio
The smiles on people’s faces
Make it all so clear
It’s so nice when Christmas Time
Comes around each year.

Christmas is a happy time
Feel it in the air
Decorations, Christmas trees
Presents everywhere
Kids excited, folks delighted
All the family’s here
It’s so nice when Christmas Time
Comes around each year.

CHORUS
It’s so nice when Christmas Time
Comes around each year.

CHORUS:
I just came home to count the memories, that Iâve been counting in my
I just came home to count the memories, ð of a better day and time.

(Last time)

ð I guess itâs time to say good-bye.

Capo on 1st fret

You know the crowd was very small for a country music show
But he faked a curtain call—, just like it was years a-go
And then a lady grabbed his arm as he staggered down the aisle
And with all his country charm, he addressed her with a smile.
CHORUS
Would you catch a fallin’ star before he crashes to the ground
Don’t you know how people are—, nobody loves you when you’re down
Pick me up and take me home and I’ll bring my old gui-tar
Sing a golden oldie song, if you’ll catch a fallin’ star.

He had a silver plated bus and a million country fans
And now there’s just a few of us— and he drives a little van
An’ they were beating down his door, the lovely women, left and right
And now he’s on the hardwood floor, a-wonderin’ where he’ll spend the night.

CHORUS
Would you catch a fallin’ star before he crashes to the ground
Don’t you know how people are—, nobody loves you when you’re down
Pick him up and take me home and he’ll bring his old gui-tar
Sing a golden oldie song, if you’ll catch a fallin’ star.

Sing a golden oldie song, if you’ll catch a fallin’ star.

And pretty city women to hold me tight
But that wonât change my country side
Iâm proud to tell you that Iâm so countrified
Iâm in to cavier and long shiny cars

Seeing the stars in the big city bars
But I take all these things in stride
Deep down inside Iâm so countrified

Chorus:
Well I love my grits I love my greens
Country motel and those sweet southern bells
I like fried chicken like a country boy should
And every thing thatâs finger licking good
I like to get loud and dance in a crowd

Go out to places where jeans are aloud
So I can feel my country side
Iâm proud to tell you Iâm so countrified

Repeat chorus:

And mama she raised four little children and our family had a good name
And papa and mama wanted all for us they never had
Big brother, little brother, sister too
No they didn’t turn out half bad, ‘cept meeeeee
No chord
I’m the black sheep of the family

Big brother went to college and became a doctor man

I guess he makes about a million dollars a year

Off of folks home insurance plans
He’s got a big long mercedes bends and a house overlooking the town
He sits in his jacuzzi and watches the sun go down
D No chord
And he feels real sorry for me, I’m the black sheep of the family

Chorus:
Yeah, I drive me a big ol’ semi-truck,
I’m making payments on a two-room shack
My wife she waits on tables and at night she rubs my back
And I tell her what my papa said to my mama
When he got off a high-ball train
Wake me up early, be good to my dog and teach my children to pray.

Little sister married a banker, yeah, and he owns a country club

He bought her a big ol’ racing horse and a funny looking little dog
He buys her big rings of diamonds and a brand new Japanese yacht
And they like to get together and talk about all the things they got
D No chord
But they never mention me, I’m the black sheep of the family

Chorus
I’m saying woman, wake me up early……(rest of chorus)

Jason A. Wendtland