There's not a sound here anymorenExcept the neighbors singing opera next doornAnd I'm in my closet reading booksnYou know I never could find another soul I understoodnAnd the band began to playnAt ole gole behaynAnd I know I've heard that song somewhere beforenIn the markets and the streetsnAnd all the people that you greetnAnd everyday around there's the little towns that sing to mennAnd now they're telling stories about the warnAbout the time they took old Normandy in 1944nI've heard so many stories about the warnThat's it's hard to differentiate a good one anymorennAnd my name is on the wallnOf every schoolhouse I recallnAnd every street light in this town has got my name somewhere nFrom the churches to the jailsnYou should know I've had me therenAnd all I need to know nIs where to go from herennWell I don't really mindnI hear it all timenBack in my little townnAnd she knows what you knownAnd everything that I can shownIs in my little townnHey nownnWell I sing about my love nownIf you don't mind my speaking out againnOh that pretty picturenAnd she tells me what she's thinking now and thennnAnd my name is on the wallnOf every schoolhouse I recallnAnd every street light in this town has got my name somewhere nFrom the churches to the jailsnYou should know I've had me therenAnd all I need to know nIs where to go from herennWell I don't really mindnI hear it all timenBack in my little townnAnd she knows what you knownAnd everything that I can shownIs in my little townnHey nownnWell I don't really mindnI hear it all timenBack in my little townnAnd she knows what you knownAnd everything that I can shownIs in my little townnHey nownnShe won't say a wordnShe knows what she's heardnIn my little townnStill I think I knownBut still never knownIt's my little townnnWe're a day awaynShe knows what to saynIn my little townnStill there's not a soundnAs we walk aroundnIn my little town