Words and Music by Matt Hanley
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Taylorville. I wake each morning in Taylorville
The water’s cold
Nothing’s gold in Taylorville
Taylorville. I punch the clock in Taylorville
Days are long
No one’s strong in Taylorville
We pray on our porches for God to bring change
The smell of success would smell awfully strange
In Taylorville
Taylorville. I lost a fortune in Taylorville
Nothing’s gold
Nights are cold In Taylorville
We pray on our porches for God to bring change
The smell of success would smell awfully strange
In Taylorville
Taylorville. Taylorville
Days are long
No one’s strong in Taylorville
© 2022 Matthew P. Hanley