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Words & Music by Kevin Michael Thompson

Additional Musicians:
Kurt Baumer: fiddle
Wayne Chisolm: organ
Marcin Palider: bass
Toby Wilson: guitars, resonator, banjo, steel



Notes: This is one of the oldest songs on the album. The chorus section was written in 1999/2000 and sat, undeveloped, in a computer folder titled "Song Ideas" until 2015. The opening sample is from a (reversed) wax cylinder recording of Clair de Lune.



Lyrics

Verse One
She grew up in a small town and most her people never left it
No traffic light just a stop sign at the corner of Route Thirty-Five
Where a few houses still survived
And the only thing that changed was wallpaper as it aged
Fading yellow 'round picture frames
And her whole world existed inside a little stretch of mile
And that was alright for awhile


Chorus
And she'd say "it's a good life
This life I wanna live, this life I wanna live"


Verse Two
She took a job out of high school at the textile mill
'Cause she still lived at home with her mama
With a house full of kids, junk-drawer stuffed full of bills
She wasn't gonna marry no boy from town
She had no plans to stick around-not too long
The mill closed people started moving away
At night she'd walk by all the old places where she used to play
And it seemed to haunt her


Chorus
And she'd say "it's a good life
This life I wanna live, this life I wanna live"


Verse Three
And her days they bled into years the last few house dissapeared
And the world moved on
And her whole world existed inside a lonely stretch of mile
And it was lonely a good long while
She'd say "life has got to be more than some random collection of day
Waitin' around here for something to change for something to break
There must be someplace I gotta be,
There must be someplace I gotta ba
There must be someplace I gotta be"


Chorus
And she'd say "it's a good life
This life I wanna live, this life I wanna live"