My little town
Mi pequeño pueblo
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Letra original
In my little town
I grew up believing
God keeps His eye on us all
And He used to lean upon me
As I pledged allegiance to the wall
Lord I recall
My little town
Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates
Of the factories
My mom doing the laundry
Hanging our shirts
In the dirty breeze
And after it rains
There's a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It's not that the colors aren't there
It's just imagination they lack
Everything's the same
Back in my little town
In my little town
I never meant nothin'
I was Just my father's son
Saving my money
Dreaming of glory
Twitching like a finger
On the trigger of a gun
Leaving nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
I grew up believing
God keeps His eye on us all
And He used to lean upon me
As I pledged allegiance to the wall
Lord I recall
My little town
Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates
Of the factories
My mom doing the laundry
Hanging our shirts
In the dirty breeze
And after it rains
There's a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It's not that the colors aren't there
It's just imagination they lack
Everything's the same
Back in my little town
In my little town
I never meant nothin'
I was Just my father's son
Saving my money
Dreaming of glory
Twitching like a finger
On the trigger of a gun
Leaving nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Traducción
en mi pequeño pueblo
creci creyendo
dios mantiene sus ojos en nosotros
y el solia ponerse en mi
mientras rogaba por alianza a la pared
señor rellame
mi pequeño pueblo
viendo después de la escuela
volando mi bicicleta paso las puertas
de las fabricas
mi mama haciendo lavandería
colgando nuestras playeras
en la sucia brisa
y después de que llueve
hay un arcoíris
y todos los colores son negros
no es que los colores no estén ahí
es solo la falta de imaginacon
todo es lo mismo
de vuelta a mi pueblo
en mi pegueño pueblo
nunca fue enserio nada
solo era el hijo de mi padre
salvando mi dinero
soñando de la gloria
retorciéndose como un dedo
en el gatillo de un arma
dejando nada mas que el muerto muriendo
alla en mi pequeño pueblo
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