Small Town Hypocrite - Caylee Hammack, Chris Stapleton

Hand-me-down dreams got me high in the rafters

Homecoming queen couldn’t be an outsider

So there I’d sit, with a cigarette lit in a leather jacket

I found a boy who was a stranger too

In a one-horse town at a table for two

We had matching scars, matching tattoos

Both dying to fit in

Ain’t that some shit

We’re just small-town hypocrites

And that scholarship was a ship that sailed

When I chose you and daddy gave me hell

I made myself into someone else just to love you, damn I loved you

Took all my plans and I put 'em in a box

Phantom pains for the wings I lost

Had me circling rings in the catalogs

For seven years and you never got the hint

Ain’t that some shit

I’m just a small-town hypocrite

Swore we’d be running, running, running this town

But you’re just running, running, running around

And I’m staring at a picket fence

Wondering where the hell time went

I should’ve been running, running, running by now

But I just hang around

Love shot me out like a rocket

Never to return and man, I forgot it

How it feels to fall from orbit and land on shifting sands

I found my heart at the bottom of a bookcase

You said you needed space and dammit I bought it

'Til you moved in a vinyl-sided double-wide with a couple of her kids

Ain’t that some shit

You’re just a small-town hypocrite

Swore we’d be running, running, running this town

But you’re still running, running, running around

And I’m staring at a picket fence

Wondering where the hell time went

I should’ve been running, running, running by now

But I just hang around

Now I bitch about how things turned and how they should’ve been

The bridges that I burned and the trains I didn’t catch

Like a small-town hypocrite

Just a small-town hypocrite