Big time small town dreams

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He's got calloused hands from the fields he's plowed But his heart beats loud in the quiet town He's a hometown kid with his eyes on the stars Driving that Chevy while his dream stays parked Big time small town dreams Rolling down backroads where the gravel gleams With a six-string hope and fire in his soul Singing for the hearts of people he knows The world might seem so far it seems But he's chasing big time small town dreams It's neon nights, big stage lights Calling out to him in the wind tonight She has a notebook full of her painted skies Writing down every verse with tear soaked eyes In a small corner booth she hims her tune Waiting to be heard underneath the silver moon In the city street her voice so sweet Rising like the summer heat Big time small town dreams Holding her heart through the in betweens With a melody pure and voice that shines Singing for all those she left behind The roads unpaved but her spirit beams She's chasing big time small town dreams From the cornfields to the city skylines They'll carry their roots as they climb Every mile every note they sing Is proof of what dreams can bring Big time small town dreams Carving their paths in the in betweens With a love for home and stars in their eyes They'll make it big before the sunrise Their hearts are full and their spirits gleam Living out their small town dreams No matter how far no matter the scene Their living out their small town dreams

There is this girl Bianca, she loves hiking and biking, she love pizza and cheese, come on please! With her is boyfriend Alex, who always damaged his hallux. Sometimes he hates her, makes fun and keeps talking, but then she just smiles to him and keeps walking.. He is sweating and dying, she makes photos while lying, saying they soon reach the alm, just to keep him calm. They both love the nature, the culture and glacier. She hates Kids and staying at home, if Alex plays pc games, she loves doing the 10.000 steps alone. There is this girl Bianca, she loves hiking and biking, she love pizza and cheese, come on please!

[Verse] On a dusty road, when the sun went down, I found you there, in your lace white gown. The world might judge, but all they'll see, Is a love that's true, eternally. [Chorus] I promise you, my heart is yours, Through stormy nights and open doors. Though your father left, our love will grow, Hand in hand, so the whole world knows. [Verse] In a quiet town, where whispers spread, We'll hold on tight, no words unsaid. Through fields of gold, we'll make our way, Together strong, come what may. [Chorus] I promise you, my heart is yours, Through stormy nights and open doors. Though your father left, our love will grow, Hand in hand, so the whole world knows. [Bridge] We'll build a home, just you and me, With laughter, love, and memories. For every tear that you have wept, I'll be the one who holds and kept. [Verse] In the night's embrace, with stars above, We'll find our peace, we'll find our love. No one's approval do we need, Just your smile is all I seek.

🎄 Yo, gather round, it’s the IT sleigh, Droppin’ knowledge bombs this holiday! When the tech shifts or systems rearrange, We’re the crew that handles those IT change(s)! 🎅 Step one, it’s the RFC, That’s a Request for Change—it’s the key. Log it, track it, in the database, Clear descriptions so there’s no disgrace! Next up, assess—yeah, check that risk, What’s the impact? We’ll make it brisk. Stakeholders weigh in, approvals in sight, ‘Cause a last-minute change could be a fright! 🎁 We plan it, test it, roll it out right, Like reindeer flyin’ on Christmas night! With IT Change Management, we pave the way, Minimizing downtime, saving the day! 🎶 Standard changes? They’re routine, pre-checked, Like gifts on time—they’re easy to protect. Normal’s next—it needs a little more care, Review board’s checkin’—“is it all there?” Emergency? Whoa, Santa’s in a jam, Critical fix—gotta save the program! But we don’t skip steps; we log it all down, Even under pressure, we wear the crown! 👑 Rollback plans? Yeah, we’ve got them tight, If it breaks, we’ll set it right. Validation’s key—test it, no doubt, We’ll review the change before the cheer runs out! 🎄 We plan it, test it, roll it out right, Like reindeer flyin’ on Christmas night! With IT Change Management, we pave the way, Minimizing downtime, saving the day! 🎶 So next time you see IT on the scene, Remember this rap—it’s a festive routine. From upgrades to fixes, we’re always keen, Change Management’s the holiday dream! 🎤🎅 🎄 Mic drop under the mistletoe! 🎄

*(Strophe 1)* In Nordamerika zieht sich ein Grid durch die Welt, Linien geordnet, wie ein Netz, das uns hält. Mobilität erleichtert, die Wege ganz klar, Von A nach B – es läuft wunderbar. Wohnkomplexe benannt, die Straßen bekannt, Erweitern wir die Stadt, mit Zukunft in der Hand. Strom und Wasser fließen, alles ist geplant, Die Ordnung ist König in diesem Land. **(Refrain)** Rasterbauweise, Struktur und Licht, Ein einfacher Plan, der Probleme bricht. Doch Europa tanzt zu einem anderen Ton, Verwinkelte Gassen, Geschichte als Lohn. Zwei Welten, zwei Wege, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. *(Strophe 2)* Europa malt ein Chaos, doch mit Herz und Verstand, Enge Gassen, Schutz vor Feinden, Hand in Hand. Von Stadtmauern geformt, aus Handel erblüht, Hier wächst die Kultur, die in Gassen erglüht. Straßen ohne Plan, doch oft mehr verbunden, Lebendige Viertel, Gemeinschaft gefunden. Der Weg mag verwirrend, doch Seele bleibt hier, Die Altstadt flüstert: "Geschichte gehört dir!" **(Refrain)** Rasterbauweise, Struktur und Licht, Ein einfacher Plan, der Probleme bricht. Doch Europa tanzt zu einem anderen Ton, Verwinkelte Gassen, Geschichte als Lohn. Zwei Welten, zwei Wege, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. *(Bridge)* Manhattan zeigt das Grid, Rom die Kunst des Chaos, Eindeutige Routen vs. Gassen ohne Paus’. In einem ist die Effizienz König im Land, Im anderen die Seele, die an jeder Ecke stand. Ein Wohlstand, der wächst, trifft ein Leben, das glüht, Zwei Städte, zwei Träume – was in dir wohl blüht? **(Refrain)** Rasterbauweise, Struktur und Licht, Ein einfacher Plan, der Probleme bricht. Doch Europa tanzt zu einem anderen Ton, Verwinkelte Gassen, Geschichte als Lohn. Zwei Welten, zwei Wege, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. *(Outro)* Ob Grids, ob Gassen, wir alle sind hier, Städte erzählen, was wir lieben, was wir spür’n. Manhattan, Rom – zwei Welten im Licht, Das eine geordnet, das andere poetisch schlicht.

*(Strophe 1)* In Nordamerika zieht sich ein Grid durch die Welt, Linien geordnet, wie ein Netz, das uns hält. Mobilität erleichtert, die Wege ganz klar, Von A nach B – es läuft wunderbar. Wohnkomplexe benannt, die Straßen bekannt, Erweitern wir die Stadt, mit Zukunft in der Hand. Strom und Wasser fließen, alles ist geplant, Die Ordnung ist König in diesem Land. **(Refrain)** Rasterbauweise, Struktur und Licht, Ein einfacher Plan, der Probleme bricht. Doch Europa tanzt zu einem anderen Ton, Verwinkelte Gassen, Geschichte als Lohn. Zwei Welten, zwei Wege, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. *(Strophe 2)* Europa malt ein Chaos, doch mit Herz und Verstand, Enge Gassen, Schutz vor Feinden, Hand in Hand. Von Stadtmauern geformt, aus Handel erblüht, Hier wächst die Kultur, die in Gassen erglüht. Straßen ohne Plan, doch oft mehr verbunden, Lebendige Viertel, Gemeinschaft gefunden. Der Weg mag verwirrend, doch Seele bleibt hier, Die Altstadt flüstert: "Geschichte gehört dir!" **(Refrain)** Rasterbauweise, Struktur und Licht, Ein einfacher Plan, der Probleme bricht. Doch Europa tanzt zu einem anderen Ton, Verwinkelte Gassen, Geschichte als Lohn. Zwei Welten, zwei Wege, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. *(Bridge)* Manhattan zeigt das Grid, Rom die Kunst des Chaos, Eindeutige Routen vs. Gassen ohne Paus’. In einem ist die Effizienz König im Land, Im anderen die Seele, die an jeder Ecke stand. Ein Wohlstand, der wächst, trifft ein Leben, das glüht, Zwei Städte, zwei Träume – was in dir wohl blüht? **(Refrain)** Rasterbauweise, Struktur und Licht, Ein einfacher Plan, der Probleme bricht. Doch Europa tanzt zu einem anderen Ton, Verwinkelte Gassen, Geschichte als Lohn. Zwei Welten, zwei Wege, ein urbanes Ziel, Was wir gewinnen, was wir verlieren, bleibt ein Spiel. *(Outro)* Ob Grids, ob Gassen, wir alle sind hier, Städte erzählen, was wir lieben, was wir spür’n. Manhattan, Rom – zwei Welten im Licht, Das eine geordnet, das andere poetisch schlicht.

*Verse 1:* I woke up this morning with the sun in my eyes But all I could see were the memories and lies Your picture still hangs where the dust won't fall But it's hard to look at when there's nothing at all *Pre-Chorus:* I can't forget the way you left that night The porch light flickered out, and you said goodbye *Chorus:* Now I'm just drivin' these empty roads With a heart full of whiskey tears and a load I can't unload The radio's playin' our favorite song But I'm still here alone, still holdin' on To the love that was real, but is long gone And all I have left are these whiskey tears and empty roads *Verse 2:* I thought I'd find you in the bars I used to know But the stools are all empty, and the whiskey's runnin' low The jukebox sings, but the tunes feel cold Like the love we had, it's slowly turnin' old *Pre-Chorus:* I still hear your voice every time I close my eyes But it's only the echo of a love that died *Chorus:* Now I'm just drivin' these empty roads With a heart full of whiskey tears and a load I can't unload The radio's playin' our favorite song But I'm still here alone, still holdin' on To the love that was real, but is long gone And all I have left are these whiskey tears and empty roads *Bridge:* I don't know where you are, or who you're with now But I swear I still feel you somehow I still keep your number in my phone But I ain't brave enough to dial it alone *Chorus:* So I'll keep drivin' these empty roads With a heart full of whiskey tears and a load I can't unload The radio's playin' our favorite song But I'm still here alone, still holdin' on To the love that was real, but is long gone And all I have left are these whiskey tears and empty roads *Outro:* Yeah, all I have left are these whiskey tears and empty roads...

I was dreaming of the city lights, Thought I’d never find my place, Stuck in this little town, feelin’ out of space, All I saw was empty streets, And the same old faces every day, Had my heart set on running far away. But time don’t move so fast, And I’ve come to learn at last… It’s a small town, but it’s all I need, The kind of place where you can really breathe, Where the world moves slow, but the love runs deep, You find yourself when you least expect to, Yeah, I’ve grown and I’ve learned the truth, That this small town’s got big roots. Used to laugh when they said "Don't go too far," "There's a place for you right where you are," But the years go by, and you start to see, All the things you missed when you were chasing dreams, The corner store, the diner booth, Neighbors who know your every move. I didn’t get it at first, But now it’s a blessing, not a curse… It’s a small town, but it’s all I need, The kind of place where you can breathe, Where the world moves slow, but the love runs deep, You find yourself when you least expect to, Yeah, I’ve grown and I’ve learned the truth, That this small town’s got big roots. And every scar I’ve got, Is a story from these streets, Where they never let you fall, ‘Cause they’re always there to catch your dreams. It’s more than just a name on a map, It’s the heart that keeps you coming back. It’s a small town, but it’s all I need, The kind of place where you can breathe, Where the world moves slow, but the love runs deep, You find yourself when you least expect to, Yeah, I’ve grown and I’ve learned the truth, That this small town’s got big roots. So here I stand, and I’m proud to say, I wouldn't trade a single day… ‘Cause this small town’s got big roots. Oh yeah, small town’s got big roots. (Oh, oh, oh...)

[Verse] Johnny and me, down by the creek, Fishin' lines in the water, not a word to speak, Sippin' on a cold one, sun sinkin' slow, We got each other's backs, that's how it goes. [Verse 2] Saturday night, headin' to the bar, Pickin' up our guitars, underneath the stars, Dancin' through the sawdust, boots on the floor, Friends like these, couldn't ask for more. [Chorus] Bros before hos, that's what we've always said, Stickin' together, through the thick and thin ahead, Laughin' 'til the mornin', trouble's far behind, In this small-town life, it's a love you can't rewind. [Verse 3] Mary-Anne left, but we never skipped a beat, Couple of barroom boys, life ain't so sweet, Lean on each other, when the heartache shows, It's what you do when you've got bros before hos. [Verse 4] Summer nights blaze, but winters are cold, Stories gettin' older like the ones we've retold, Built on trust, stronger than the blows, A brotherhood's a bond that everyone else knows. [Chorus] Bros before hos, that's what we've always said, Stickin' together, through the thick and thin ahead, Laughin' 'til the mornin', trouble's far behind, In this small-town life, it's a love you can't rewind.

[Verse] Old farmhouse, dusty floors, WiFi’s strong, lights are dimmed indoors, Granny’s quilt on the worn-out couch, Keyboard clicking, no one’s slouched. [Verse 2] Jimmy's got the headset tight, Trash talk flying into the night, Sister's upstairs with her playbook in sight, Tapping rhythms, putting up a fight. [Chorus] Esports on a Friday night, Where the farm fields meet the neon light, From chickens cluckin' to the pixels bright, It’s a small town, digital delight. [Verse 3] Dad’s shotgun propped by the door, Mom’s baking pie while we all score, Grandpa’s tales of life before, Now he's cheering, loving more. [Verse 4] Neighbors swing by to watch the screen, Lawn chairs lined up for the evening scene, Laughter mingles with the rapid pings, Country heart with cyberspace wings. [Chorus] Esports on a Friday night, Where the farm fields meet the neon light, From chickens cluckin' to the pixels bright, It’s a small town, digital delight.