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When Annabelle turned six years old, she ran out and crossed the road to chase a ball that left a pary game
Old Mac was gardening in his yard he saw her trip and fall real hard
he hurried over swingin his old cane

he stopped the cars and caught his breath, and I ran over scared to death but Mac looked up and said Annie's OK

In my town , a child is not alone
It might sound naive but this I know
Small town love can grow and help this world find some common ground
I wish this whole wide world could be One Great Big Small Town

Now Annabelle's sixteen years old a young girl with a heart of gold
She gardens every Saturday with Mac

The old man hides out in the shade and mixes ice cold lemonade
and shares his love of growin stuff with Anne

He's too old to plant and weed but together they still try to feed, any one who needs a helpin hand

In my town , no man is not alone
It might sound naive but this I know
Small town love can grow and help this world find some common ground
I wish this whole wide world could be One Great Big Small Town

I don't know much but somethin I have found
is that love can grow most anywhere if you plant the seed

In my town , no one is alone
It might sound naive but this I know
Small town love can grow and help this world find some common ground
I wish this whole wide world could be One Great Big Small Town