Prompt / Lyrics
(Barefoot country-blues. Stomping rhythm. Acoustic guitar and a little grit.) Verse 1 They like their girls quiet, Hands in their laps Smile when you’re hurting, Don’t talk back I came in barefoot, Heart on my sleeve With too many feelings They didn’t believe Verse 2 They drink their secrets Down real slow Say “bless your heart” But they don’t want to know I said the truth Like a prayer out loud They said, “girl, you’re too much” For a small town Chorus I was too much in a small town Too bright in a one-street light Too honest for the hush-hush Too wild to live half-alive Yeah, I was too much in a small town But I was just enough for me I didn’t come here to be smaller I came here to be free Verse 3 They like their stories Neat and clean Don’t talk about what Happens in between I loved too hard, I felt too deep I cried in the daylight, Didn’t know how to keep Pre-Chorus If being quiet is how you belong Then I guess I was born wrong Chorus ’Cause I was too much in a small town Too loud when the truth got tight Too real for the pretty lies Too stubborn to dim my light Yeah, I was too much in a small town But I was just enough for me I didn’t come here to be smaller I came here to be free Bridge Let ’em keep their fences Let ’em keep their fear I’d rather burn honest Than disappear Final Chorus Yeah, I was too much in a small town But I wasn’t wrong I was just singing A bigger song And I’m still too much, And I still won’t bow If loving this hard Means I don’t fit in now (last line, soft) Guess I was never meant to be small, anyhow.
Tags
Warm, raw female alto. Barefoot Americana, gospel and blues with heart, dirt and grace. Intimate and true.
Duration
3:32
Instrumental
No
Created
1/25/2026