It s A Small Town
Brad Roberts (of Crash Test Dummies)
by George Frank
Intro
You can try sneaking around if you like
By the wharf, or away in the woods
Poaching at lobsters, and deer and the like
Doesn t that homebrew taste good?
You can say you were hiking, pretend that you re lost
But you ll smell like a drunk in the end
It s a small town and the word will get round
That you can be sure, my friend
You can grow plants in the bush, if you like
Water them every day
Pick a nice spot that is just out of sight
Sunny but out of the way
Then when the time comes to harvest your crop
Some kids cut them down in the end
It s a small town and the word will get round
That you can be sure, my friend
You can try cheating on your lovely wife
There s always a goer around
Take her out back in the bush, if you like
Do everything not to be found
Pants round your ankles, you fumble about
Wondering how this one will end
It s a small town and the word will get round
That you can be sure, my friend
So I went running as fast as I could
From the scene of all my crimes
I imagined a life somewhere else far away
Hoped I d fall under the times
I d claim I was orphaned and came from out west
And start fresh all over again
But in my small town, the word will get round
That you can be sure, my friend
Oh that you can be sure my friend