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Alan Jackson – Little Bitty

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Introduction:

Released in October of 1996, “Little Bitty” quickly became a signature song for country music artist Alan Jackson. The song, a heartwarming ballad written by fellow country music legend Tom T. Hall, became a staple on country radio and a beloved anthem for fans of the genre. “Little Bitty” was the lead single for Jackson’s Everything I Love, his fifth studio album produced by Keith Stegall.

The song’s success wasn’t limited to the country charts. “Little Bitty” achieved crossover appeal, reaching number 14 on the Billboard Hot 100 chart. This broader success underlined the song’s relatable message that transcended genre. The lyrics paint a vivid picture of small-town life, celebrating its simple pleasures and close-knit communities. The opening lines, “Main Street ain’t so wide, but it’s long enough for me,” immediately establish this small-town setting. The narrator, presumably Jackson himself, embraces the unhurried pace and familiar faces that define his hometown.

“Little Bitty” doesn’t shy away from acknowledging the limitations of small-town life. Lines like “We ain’t got nothin’ fancy, but we ain’t got nothin’ to hide” showcase a sense of contentment despite a lack of grandeur. The song emphasizes finding joy in the everyday moments, captured in the chorus: “Well, it’s alright to be little bitty/ A little hometown or a big old city/ Might as well share, might as well smile/ Life goes on for a little bitty while.” This sentiment resonates with listeners, both those who cherish small-town life and those who find beauty in its simplicity.

The critical and commercial success of “Little Bitty” solidified Alan Jackson’s place as a country music superstar. The song spent four weeks at number one on the Billboard Hot Country Singles chart, further establishing him as a voice for those who appreciate the values and lifestyle of small-town America. “Little Bitty” continues to be a fan favorite performed regularly at Jackson’s concerts. It has also been covered by numerous artists, a testament to its enduring popularity and universal themes. Today, “Little Bitty” remains a cornerstone of Alan Jackson’s discography, a song that celebrates the simple joys found in the hearts of small towns and the people who call them home.

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Lyrics:

Have a little love on a little honeymoonYou got a little dish and you got a little spoonA little bitty house and a little bitty yardA little bitty dog and a little bitty car
Well, it’s alright to be little bittyA little hometown or a big old cityMight as well share, might as well smileLife goes on for a little bitty while
A little bitty baby in a little bitty gownIt’ll grow up in a little bitty townBig yellow bus and little bitty booksIt all started with a little bitty look
Well, it’s alright to be little bittyA little hometown or a big old cityMight as well share, might as well smileLife goes on for a little bitty while
You know you got a job and a little bitty checkA six pack of beer and a television setLittle bitty world goes around and aroundLittle bit of silence and a little bit of sound
A good ol’ boy and a pretty little girlStart all over in a little bitty worldLittle bitty plan and a little bitty dreamIt’s all part of a little bitty scheme
It’s alright to be little bittyA little hometown or a big old cityMight as well share, might as well smileLife goes on for a little bitty whileIt’s alright to be little bittyA little hometown or a big old cityMight as well share, might as well smileLife goes on for a little bitty while

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