Clara Town Streets

[Verse] In the heart of Clara Town, where the road meets the bar, Old Jack strums his six-string, underneath the stars, Streetlights flicker, casting shadows on the ground, From the cafe to the church, it's the talk of the town. [Verse 2] Down on Maple Avenue, Mrs. Green waters plants, Kids playing hopscotch, dogs doing their dance, Tractors rolling by, dust clouds in the air, It's a simple life here, but we got love to spare. [Chorus] Clara Town streets, where the stories are told, From sun-up to sun-down, watching life unfold, With a two-step rhythm and a honky-tonk beat, We're dancing through the nights on Clara Town streets. [Verse 3] The diner’s packed at noon with the working crew, Some sipping on sweet tea, and others on the brew, Country tunes on the jukebox, setting the tone, We may be small, but this town sure feels like home. [Bridge] When the moon rises high, and the crickets start to sing, We gather 'round the bonfire, let the banjo ring, Telling tales of yesteryears, both the highs and the lows, In Clara Town, my friend, that’s just how life goes. [Verse 4] Sunday morning sermons, the bells peal in the air, Miss Daisy’s apple pie cooling by the stair, Farmers in their overalls, shaking hands, saying grace, In Clara Town, every day we find our place.