Long ago and far away

Holler up the break of day

Don't get crazy, lay that pistol down

All along the dawn highway

Clouds like angels bend to pray

Looks like this might be our kind of town



Crazy Peg and Darby Doyle

Brought this cook pot to the boil

Dumped in half a sack of coffee grounds

Fire burning, cauldron bubbled

We don't ever borrow trouble

Arkansas or T for Texas bound



This just might be our kind of town

Big enough to turn around

Small enough to spit from side to side

Well this might be our stomping ground

Not too lost, not too found

Not too high, too lonesome or too wide



I ain't going to give my heart away

Save it for another day

Once you give it up, well then it's gone

Crazy is as crazy lives

Thing about old Peggy is

She's not half as odd as she lets on



Peg, you know you got away

Saying what I meant to say

Before I find out what it is myself

Don't need to hear no echo ring

So I won't way another thing
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Golden silence, glad to share the well



This just might be our kind of town

Big enough to turn around

Small enough to spit from side to side

Well this might be our stomping ground

Not too lost, not too found

Not too high, too lonesome or too wide



Now Peggy scared me half to death

Take a while to catch my breath

Woke to find you gone but you came back

With two fat catfish on a line

This one yours, that one mine

Fry them later, crawl back in the sack



Don't know what we're running from

Thunder of some distant drum

We been gone so long we plumb forgot

We both wear a wedding ring

Yours of tinfoil, mine of string

If it ain't love at least we laugh a lot



This just might be our kind of town

Big enough to turn around

Small enough to spit from side to side

Well this might be our stomping ground

Not too lost, not too found

Not too high, too lonesome or too wide



Long ago and far away

Holler up the break of day

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