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Letras:Vince Gill. Next Big Thing. Young Man's Town.


I wake up one morning and it's passed you by.
Don't know when and you don't know why.
I feel like an old memory hangin' round.
An' man, you've got to face it, it's a young man's town.
I knew this day was comin' all along.
Some why bitch an' moan and say they done you wrong.
Just teach 'em what you know an' pass it on down,
'Cause man, you gotta face it, it's a young man's town.

It's a young man's town,
Full of young man's dreams.
An' all God's children gotta learn to spread their wings.
An' sometimes you gotta stand back,
An' watch 'em burn it to the ground,
Even though you built it, it's a young man's town.

You always seem to be the last to know.
Man, that's just the way that the story goes.
There's nothin' you can do when the fields have turned brown.
An' man, you gotta face it, it's a young man's town.

It's a young man's town,
Full of young man's dreams.
An' all God's children gotta learn to spread their wings.
An' sometimes you gotta stand back,
An' watch 'em burn it to the ground.
An' even though you built it, it's a young man's town.

Sometimes you gotta stand back,
An' watch 'em burn it to the ground.
Even though you built it, it's a young man's town.

It's a young man's town