It's just another day in Pleasant Graysville
the main street ordinary, never changed
the sky is never blue, the people never new
the houses still familiar and as plain
No monumental plans for Pleasant Graysville
no airports to be built or tracks for trains
you'll find no young folk here, the bar has just one beer
and the graveyard fence holds all their last remains
You'll never come and stay in Pleasant Graysville
there's no hotel or highway with it's name
it would be a one horse town, if you found one still around
and the locals don't like strangers anyway
The corner store still sells the same old candy
you won't find any supermarket chains
life's still the same round here, as it's been for fifty years
Pleasant Graysville's anonym'ity, it's fame.
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