Small Town Skyscrapers

I was a rebel, straight outta high school
I was born to break, not just bend them rules
Thought this town was too small, to hold a kid like me
I was too cool, 10 foot tall, and bulletproof
I was high on a tractor, and hell on wheels
Took off on it one day, through my old man’s field
Headed north big city, pourin' concrete and steel
Now every time I come home, I realize how much I miss my skyscrapers
Towering over the ponderosa pines
The water tower, the old church steeple
The high school football lights
It may not be no New York City
But to me and all my neighbors
We still look up to those small town skyscrapers
Well I been to Seattle
Hollywood and Vine
St. Louis and Frisco about as far as the crow flies
I got tired of the red light
And feelin' fenced in
I’ve been a few places, I’ve been there and back again
Where you feel like paint drying on a wall
Just a face in the crowd that’s moving at a crawl
From city to city, if there’s one thing I’ve found
It’s how much I love my town
And all of them skyscrapers
Towering over the ponderosa pines
The water tower, the old church steeple
The high school football lights
It may not be no New York City
But to me and all my neighbors
We still look up to those small town skyscrapers
Skyscrapers, towering over the ponderosa pines
The water tower, the old church steeple
The high school football lights
It may not be no New York City
But to me and all my neighbors
We still look up to those small town skyscrapers