D                                                D
Ain't but a half a mile between the city limit signs
D                A           D
Population nine hundred 'n' nine
D                              G          D
A lotta front porch swingin', down home livin'
D                         A                  D
Friday night hell raisin', Sunday morning repentance
D                                                D
We got our gossip goin' on down at Betty's Beauty Shop
D                                  A                D
They're sellin' 90 proof corn juice out back at the co-op
D                                    G                  D
Judge Taylor likes to fight when his potbelly's full of beer
D
Theres always somethin' goin' on
                A                          D
But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here

Chorus:
       G             D                A         D
We got kids burnin' rubber 'round the old town square
       G         D                A      D
Tall tales being told in Harry's barber chair
G          Bm  F# A G
Life moves slow
               D
There's always somethin' goin' on
                 A                        D
But there ain't nothin goin' wrong around here


D                                     D
Old men bettin' on the weather on the courthouse stairs
D                              A       D
Luther wackin' off weeds in his underwear
D                               G       D
They go moon skinny-dippin this time of year
              D
Theres always somethin' on
                A                          D
But there ain't nothin' goin' wrong around here


Chorus:
       G             D                A         D
We got kids burnin' rubber 'round the old town square
       G         D                A      D
Tall tales being told in Harry's barber chair
G          Bm  F# A G
Life moves slow
               D
There's always somethin' goin' on
                 A                        D
But there ain't nothin goin' wrong around here

D                                            D
Only time Sheriff Lester breaks his handcuffs out
D                                            A            D
Is when his wife's been drinkin' and they're back at the house
D                                      G                   D
He'll be walking' 'round for days in a daze grinnin' ear to ear
               D
There's always somethin' goin' on
                A                          D
But there ain't nothin' going wrong around here