People wave in my town, people wave because they're friendly
People wave in my town, in my town
People wave in my town, people wave because they like to
People wave in my town, in my town
From the moment that you get here, you will know that it is different
By the people you see smiling everywhere
They may look a little silly, but to them it doesn't matter
They know that they are better off that way
(CHORUS)
You may come from near or far, it doesn't matter who you are
We'll always treat you in a most congenial way
If you're tired you can rest, if you're hungry be our guest
If you're lost we'll kindly guide you on your way
Oh, oh, things used to be different
Fighting night and day
'Till we finally got the message
That fussin and fightin don't make things better
Hurtin and hittin never make things better
Kickin and killin never make a better way ...
Said the Student to the Teacher, and the Trashman to the Preacher
By the light of Truth we're really quite the same
All we ask is for respect, and even when we disagree
Can we agree to do it without blame
(CHORUS)
From the moment of conception to the door we know as Death
There is really only one thing we need learn
The thoughts that we give out are the same as we get back
And they usually come in multiple returns, so ...
(CHORUS)
A small town in rural Maine, friendly people and a desire to give something back to the community. A song is born . . .