A cover of S.G. Goodman's 'Snapping Turtle'.
Recorded on 8/8/2025, in one take with minimal post-processing.

When you're a farm kid in a small town
You drive before the legal age
And I won't forget that day
When I drove up on some low-down kids
They were all huddled around a poor snapping turtle
Taking turns with a stick
They were beating the hell out of it
So I asked if I could take a lick

When I raised my hand, I brought down the wrath of God himself
Beat those kids till they were crying out for help
I couldn't help myself
Then threw the turtle in the truck
Ooh, small town is whеre my mind gets stuck

Leann, thoughts go back again to Lеanna
Eighteen became a mother
Leann, thoughts go back again to Leanna
Already raised her little brother

I recall a train ride through the countryside
In the south of France
Young, poor, and weighing my circumstance
And where I couldn't play God

Leann once spent a summer in Paris - Paris, Tennessee
The only Paris Leann would ever meet
We talked about it all on a bleacher seat
When we were back in county school

Ooh, ooh

I grew up hard on bottom land
Where only crops should grow
Watched people reap what the demons sowed
And I take it with me everywhere

And I've been told I can come off hard
Hard as the world I've known
Walking around with my spirit broke
Surprised to see love every now and then

Told to pray for forgiveness, oh, and to pray for grace
Not after seeing Leanna's face
A life beat down like that snapping turtle day
God could have thought up a better way
To teach me just how small I am
To teach me the other side of luck

Ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck
Ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck
Ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck
Ooh, ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck
Ooh, ooh, small town is where my mind gets stuck


Written by S.G. Goodman

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