Lyrics
Hundred Dollar Town
It's not hard to find my way brand new Chevrolet.
Now, anywhere else countrytime head down for LA.
Grab my beer ride around carry hundred dollar bills.
These four walls trainyard talk mama says she will.
I look around in this hundred dollar town.
Not going down with the twang of that old John Deere.
Hit the ground, I travel 'round in them steel toe boots.
What we found, sing along in this hundred dollar town.
It's not hard to find the time to ride that NASCAR track.
The problem is all them kids, take the big rig back.
Then we talk about that night, putting up a fight.
Those pretty girls, Wrangler jeans, million-dollar sight.
I look around in this hundred dollar town.
Not going down with the twang of that old John Deere.
Hit the ground, I travel 'round in them steel toe boots.
What we found, sing along in this hundred dollar town.
Dreams are like creation on the western front.
Leaving time for me and my horse.
The desert heat shines on the range again.
Passing the day by on course.
I look around in this hundred dollar town.
Not going down with the twang of that old John Deere.
Hit the ground, I travel 'round in them steel toe boots.
What we found, sing along in this hundred dollar town.
In this hundred dollar town ,with my hundred dollar boots,
and my hundred dollar jeans, and my Million-Dollar tractor, and my . . .
Page 1: Nate Original Demos
Page 2: Tom Bedlam Interpretations
Page 3: Spencer Zweifel Jazz Interpretations
Page 4: The Works
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