Slow Living

Oh, slow living

Can be life giving

Although we might disagree

If most our lives are lived in black and white

It makes the grey so hard to see

The same old people

The same old steeples

On every corner

For half a mile

Where nothing changes

And ain't it strange that

We didn't notice as a child?

That slow living

Can be life giving

Although we might disagree

If most our lives are lived in black and white

It makes the grey so hard to see

Living in a dry state

Where we all say grace

Buying liquor on a Sunday

Across the county lines

Where the raindrops

Rolling off the rooftops

Making the clock stop

For just a little while

Oh, slow living

Can be life giving

Although we might disagree

If most our lives are lived in black and white

It makes the grey so hard to see

Sitting on the porch steps

In the town where we met

After the sun sets

On a Friday night

Southern fireflies

Lighting up the night sky

Lucky to realize

One more time

That slow living

Can be life giving

Although we might disagree

If most our lives are lived in black and white

It makes the grey so hard to see

It makes the grey so hard to see