Music by Elton John and James Newton-Howard
Lyrics by Bernie Taupin

Saw a Cadillac for the first time yesterday
I´d always seen horses, buggies, bales of hay

`Cause progress here don´t move with modern times
There´s nothing to steal
So there´s not a great deal of crime

It sure is hell living in a one horse town
There´s half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground
Nothing much doing of an afternoon
Unless you´re sitting in a rocking chair just picking a tune

And they ain´t too well acquainted with the stars and stripes
But if you want to hear Susanna then they´ll pick all night
They´ll pick all night

`Cause it´s no dice living in a one horse town
Laid back, as my old coon hound

And I just can´t wait to get out of this one horse town
There´s nothing to steal `cause there´s simply nothing much around

Sure is hell living in this one horse town
There´s half a mile of Alabama mud bed ground
And I just can´t wait to grow out of this one horse town
There´s nothing to steal `cause there´s nothing much around