If you know me - you know this fact - I WAS BORN IN A SMALL TOWN!!! I believe there were less than 300 people in Olivet, IL when I arrived at the age of 4 with my Mom, a new Stepdad and various step and half siblings, with more to arrive . . . If I had to choose an anthem for my teen years - it would be this song. So many of the lines screamed out from my soul . . . there were a few lines that I 'wished' were true . . . here are some random thoughts and memories which bubble up every time I hear John crooning . . . Lyrics are copyrighted by Mellencamp www.johnmellencamp.com "Small Town" Written by John Mellencamp Well I was born in a small townMy job is so small town my first job was at Burger Chef, Danville, IL Provides little opportunity perhaps one of the reasons I ran away at 18? Educated in a small town attended Pine Crest Elementary (Georgetown), First Baptist Christian School (Danville), Hope Christian School (Danville); but where I really learned the MOST and glimpsed the wider world was in the boundless walls and bookshelves of the Carnegie Library just down Route 1 in Ridge Farm, IL. But I've seen it all in a small townTaught the fear of Jesus in a small town what I loved were the people in the church and the hymn worship services. My favorite hymn is "It Is Well With My Soul" . . . my Daddy Jim's funeral was in this very auditorium which occurred just before the interior was burned in a fire . . . from ages 4 to 18, I attended with my family and we filled an entire pew . . .Read More
And I live in a small town Probably die in a small town Oh those small communities
All my friends are so small town My parents live in the same small town
Had myself a ball in a small town Married an L.A. doll this would be married a Jersey boy and brought him to this small town now my kids are small town, just like meUsed to daydream in that small town reading about worlds far away Another boring romantic that's me how many Barbara Cartland's can one girl read?? . . . then my brother's threw one of those paperbacks out the back window of the Olive Green/Panel Country Squire Station Wagon on vacation . . . "Bye, Bye Bawbwa Cawtlan!" No I cannot forget from where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me from the Sunday gatherings at Grandpa's farm . . . to the church families . . . and the immediate family of siblings and nieces and nephews . . .
Yeah I can be myself here in this small town well, I didn't feel I could be myself
And people let me be just what I want to be and I always felt I was expected to conform to Fundamental Baptist rules - I couldn't be what I wanted to be - but I figured that out later on . . .
Got nothing against a big town I feel just as comfortable in NYC, in fact! Still hayseed enough to say Look who's in the big town But my bed is in a small town Oh, and that's good enough for meWell I was born in a small town And I can breathe in a small town Gonna die in this small town Oh that's probably where they'll bury me well, I will be cremated and submerged in Copper Canyon, along the Colorado River, near Lake Havasu . . . but you get the idea. I love to visit the graveyards where my Grandpa and step-dad lay . . . those graveyards are some of the places where my heart has been completely broken, and yet I felt close to those of us left behind.