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

Ooh, ooh

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