It’s A Small Town Brad Roberts (of Crash Test Dummies) by George Frank Intro           You can try sneaking around if you like By the wharf or away in the woods Poaching at lobsters and deer and the like Doesn’t that homebrew taste good? You can say you were hiking pretend that you’re lost But you’ll smell like a drunk in the end It’s a small town and the word will get round That you can be sure my friend You can grow plants in the bush if you like Water them every day Pick a nice spot that is just out of sight Sunny but out of the way Then when the time comes to harvest your crop Some kids cut them down in the end It’s a small town and the word will get round That you can be sure my friend                   You can try cheating on your lovely wife There’s always a goer around Take her out back in the bush if you like Do everything not to be found Pants round your ankles you fumble about Wondering how this one will end It’s a small town and the word will get round That you can be sure my friend So I went running as fast as I could From the scene of all my crimes I imagined a life somewhere else far away Hoped I’d fall under the times I’d claim I was orphaned and came from out west And start fresh all over again But in my small town the word will get round That you can be sure my friend Oh that you can be sure my friend