Track 1 of the album Two Mugs · 2017
Stand Up Straight, Little Town
“We wanted a big, hopeful opener where the whole town stands a little taller. The bakery lights are real.”
folk-pop · anthemic folk-pop · village singalong · 2:42
Lyrics
The bakery lights are coming on The bus is running late The baker's boy is whistling By the old church gate Nobody's made a headline here Nobody's made a stir But look at what we carry Look at who we are Stand up straight, little town Lift your face to the light We've got the corner shop and the clock tower And each other, day and night Sing it from the high street Sing it from the hill Stand up straight, little town We are here, and we are still here The librarian knows my name The postman knows my dog We swap our tools and recipes Through the morning fog We never had a stadium Or a river wide and grand But we have got a hundred hands And every one will lend a hand Stand up straight, little town Lift your face to the light We've got the corner shop and the clock tower And each other, day and night Sing it from the high street Sing it from the hill Stand up straight, little town We are here, and we are still here When the rain comes down in sheets We'll share the awning's shade When the winter bites our fingers We'll keep the kettle made Small is not the same as less Quiet is not the same as gone So clap along, and sing it loud We're going on and on Stand up straight, little town Lift your face to the light We've got the corner shop and the clock tower And each other, day and night Sing it from the high street Sing it from the hill Stand up straight, little town We are here, and we are still here Stand up straight, little town We are here, and we are still here