Lyric Ripples

There s one thousand seven hundred and forty-two
People in this little town
And that one proverbial horse
And everybody here d be more than happy
To spread a little gossip round
If it ain t about them, of course
The bank s called in Bubba s note
The Higgins boy s done got on dope
And ol man Dodd s been peeping through windows with a telescope
How can there be
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So many ripples in this tiny puddle
So many hearts tossed on this little storm
In a town this shallow
When you stur it you ll find trouble like
So many ripples in a tiny puddle
Last year the local mayor got caught
Doin the breast stroke in the typin pool
Now that s hands-on politics
And Bubba s land, the banker bought it cause he knew
That s where they re building the county school
He s gonna get rich again
And two seniors are havin babies
Ain t no ifs, ands or maybes, cause
When you hear it from the Avon lady, its the gospel truth
How can there be
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Bridge:
It s a tempest in a teapot
It s a roaring little mouse
We call it the Days of Our Lives on the rural route
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