Few
subjects have inspired songwriters as consistently as growing up in a small
town. Across Rock, Country, Folk, Americana, Pop, and even Punk, artists have
lyrically returned to the familiar streets, neighborhood diners, Friday night
football games, and generations of shared history that define life in
close-knit communities. Sometimes these songs celebrate the comfort of knowing
every face and every back road. At other times, they portray small towns as
places of confinement, where dreams are limited by expectations and the desire
to leave becomes irresistible.
Perhaps
the ones that pop into mind first is the nostalgic "Small Town"
by John Mellencamp and Bruce Sprinsteen’s “My Hometown.” In Country,
Merle Haggard professes his pride in being an “Okie from Muskogee.” The
Beatles were not from a small town, but their song “Penny Lane” has that feel
because they focused on a single neighborhood. Simon & Garfunkel sang about
“My Little Town.”
Below are three more recent songs about small towns.
Like The Beatles, Jamie Webster is from
Liverpool. He recently released “Small Town Life.” In explaining the single, he
said”
“There
is a sense of community running through it. Looking after each other, standing
together, backing one another. Not because life is perfect, but because it's
real. It's about the beauty you can find in ordinary places and ordinary lives.
It's blood, sweat, tears, pints, football, friendships and families. It's life
as most people actually live it.”
"Small Town Life" by Jamie Webster
Lyrics of "Small Town Life" by Jamie
Webster
Don't play the game; just change it
If you reach for the moon... falling on the
stars won't matter
These rules are made for breaking
It's taking the blows... to realise that you
won't shatter
Oh in a three stripe, street light, dead end
town
Where they'll lift you up and they'll knock you
down
Oh I know and I know what I do comes back
around
But there's a sunshine skyline you can't steal
And if you're feeling scarred it'll help you
heal
Oh I know that it’s not perfect but it’s real
In this small town life
At least it’s mine
We can fall or we can fly
In this small town life
Dreams pass you by
Still we stand side by side
In this small town life
I could stay here forever
See the architecture in your eyes
Characters on every corner
Tragedy and jubilation
As we sing through the struggles
The history it’s in the water
Another street light street fight in this town
And you can sign me up for another round
Every punch that you throw no it won't keep me
down
Cause there's a sunshine skyline you can't
steal
And if you're feeling scarred it'll help you
heal
Oh I know that it’s not perfect but it’s real
In this small town life
At least it’s mine
We can fall or we can fly
In this small town life
Dreams pass you by
Still we stand side by side
In this small town oh
You know where to find me
Where people stand behind me and...
I'll stand behind you too
You know where to find me
Where people stand behind me and...
I'll stand behind you too
In this small town life
At least its mine
We can fall or we can fly
In this small town life
At least its mine
We can fall or we can fly
In this small town life
Dreams pass you by
Still we stand side by side
In this small town life
Following
a debut album praised for its quiet strength and uncompromising
songwriting, The Victim returns with the single "This Town" –
a dark and compassionate portrait of small-town life and the places where
dreams are slowly worn down by everyday routines.
With
“This Town,” The Victim offers a dark, compassionate portrait of a place
where dreams gradually erode under the weight of everyday life. The song drifts
through empty streets, frayed lives and a community marked by silence, hope and
resignation, told through a stripped-back, understated poetry that clearly
draws on the traditions of American folk and Americana.
“This
Town” by The Victim
Lyrics of “This Town” by The Victim
The streetlights hum as twilight fades
Rust creeps down the window shades
Kids throw stones in the empty creek
While tired mothers barely speak
Old men stare through the liquor store glass
Counting the days they know won’t pass
The air is thick with things unsaid
Like every dream this town forgets
Yeah, this is the town that goes to sleep
Where broken promises run deep
Kids grow up, learn not to dream
‘Cause dreaming cuts deeper than it seems
The stars don’t shine, they just creep
Over the town that goes to sleep
Mary’s got a night shift at the mill,
Hands worn rough, but iron will.
She counts the hours through the cold,
Holding tight to stories untold.
Down at the bar the radio plays,
Songs from better, brighter days.
Outside, the moon’s a silver thief,
Stealing hope beneath the grief.
Some nights I walk the railroad tracks
Looking for ghosts who never came back
With a book in my coat, a prayer in my breath
Trying to outwalk this kind of death.
This is the town that goes to sleep
Where even God don’t dare to speak
The diner’s dark, the jukebox dead
We play old songs in our heads.
Yeah, this is the town that goes to sleep
Where broken promises run deep
Kids grow up, learning how to fight
‘Cause dreaming cuts deeper than a knife
Some nights I cry, some nights I just keep
Living in the town that goes to sleep
And maybe one day I’ll break away
Catch the last train, fade into gray
But tonight I’m down on my knees
In the town that goes to sleep.
“Snapping
Turtle” is a therapeutic venture from S.G. Goodman. She explained:
“That
song came to me as seasons that have passed, and is a window into my process of
understanding the impact of moving through time and in understanding how it
shapes you and others, as well as reconciling with both a past and future where
certain factors were out of your control. It’s a seamless story, with no true
chorus, much like my persistent dreams and conversations in therapy.”
“Snapping
Turtle” by S.G. Goodman
Lyrics of “Snapping Turtle” by S.G. Goodman
When you're a farm kid in a small town
You drive before the legal age
And I won't forget that day
When I drove up on some low-down kids
They were all huddled around a poor snapping
turtle
Taking turns with a stick
They were beating the hell out of it
So I asked if I could take a lick
When I raised my hand, I brought down the wrath
of God himself
Beat those kids till they were crying out for
help
I couldn't help myself
Then threw the turtle in the truck
Ooh, small town is whеre my mind gets stuck
Leann, thoughts go back again to Lеanna
Eighteen became a mother
Leann, thoughts go back again to Leanna
Already raised her little brother
I recall a train ride through the countryside
In the south of France
Young, poor, and weighing my circumstance
And where I couldn't play God
Leann once spent a summer in Paris - Paris,
Tennessee
The only Paris Leann would ever meet
We talked about it all on a bleacher seat
When we were back in county school
I grew up hard on bottom land
Where only crops should grow
Watched people reap what the demons sowed
And I take it with me everywhere
And I've been told I can come off hard
Hard as the world I've known
Walking around with my spirit broke
Surprised to see love every now and then
Told to pray for forgiveness, oh, and to pray
for grace
Not after seeing Leanna's face
A life beat down like that snapping turtle day
God could have thought up a better way
To teach me just how small I am
To teach me the other side of luck
Ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck
Ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck
Ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck
Ooh, ooh, small town is where my mind gets
stuck
Ooh, ooh, small town is where my mind gets
stuck
