Oh Susanna Your Town
They shoot the puck against the wall in your town Then get f..cked on alcohol in your town But you would always lose your heart to every girl you'd touch You would always ask too much of your town.
She called across the county line to your town "Come on, boy, don't waste your time in your town." You took off down that old dirt road, stiff inside your jeans You flipped the bird and mooned your meat to your town.
Lonely, you were doomed to be Only as a teenage boy could be "Hold me," you cried out loud into her hair Then she just laughed and left you on her backstairs.
She played around the only block of your town And you became the laughing stock of your town. You gathered all your pennies in that old familiar hat And swore you never would look back to your town Swore you never would look back to your town.
