Small Town Angel
Lyrics By: Thomas W. Peterson AKA RedHeart 
 ©COPYRIGHT 8–21-25 All Rights Reserved ©

Verse 1: She walks down Main Street with a smile so bright, Makes the whole town feel like everything's right, Got her mama's eyes and her daddy's stubborn streak, But there's something special 'bout the way she speaks. She knows every story, every face, every name, Since she was born, this town ain't been the same.

Chorus: She's our small town angel with a heart of gold, Dancing through life like she'll never grow old, Everybody loves her, from the young to the wise, She's got that magic that money can't buy. Small town angel, lighting up our small town world, She's our small town angel, our small town girl.

Verse 2: Sunday morning finds her in the front church pew, But Saturday night she's at the barbecue, She'll help your grandma with her grocery bags, Then race the boys with her daddy's old Chevy drag. She's got big city dreams but small town roots, Looks good in high heels and cowboy boots.

Chorus: She's our small town angel with a heart of gold, Dancing through life like she'll never grow old, Everybody loves her, from the young to the wise, She's got that magic that money can't buy. Small town angel, lighting up our small town world, She's our small town angel, our small town girl.

Bridge: When times get tough and the world seems cold, She reminds us all of the good we hold, In this little place we call our home, She makes sure nobody feels alone.

Final Chorus: She's our small town angel with a heart of gold, Dancing through life like she'll never grow old, Everybody loves her, from the young to the wise, She's got that magic that money can't buy. Small town angel, lighting up our small town world, She's our small town angel, our small town girl.

Outro: Yeah, she's our small town girl, Our small town angel, Lighting up our small town world.


Small Town Angel 8-21-25

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