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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tyler Chambers
Tyler Chambers
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tyler Chambers
Tyler Chambers
Songwriter
Logan Wall
Logan Wall
Songwriter
Daymon Osborn
Daymon Osborn
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Zach Abend
Zach Abend
Producer

Lyrics

She’s the John Deere green on the tower
The gold in the golden hour
She’s the jersey in the bleachers
Strait on the speakers
Kitchen full of backroad flowers
She’s the kind of good news in the paper
She’s the kind to borrow sugar from her neighbor
She’s train tracks to heaven
Bare feet and denim, Lord sure did do me favor
She loves me like the Holy Spirit
Home crowd cheering
Long gravel drive back to Mama’s house
Like a shotgun Chevy, gassed up and ready
Bed of blankets with the stars out
The kind that makes you roll your windows down
The kind that makes your whole world go round
My baby loves like a small town, yeah
She the kind that likes digging for diamonds
I’m a little deeper down in the dirt
She’s up singing with choir like a bird on a wire
I’m a little further back in the church
She loves me like the Holy Spirit
Home crowd cheering
Long gravel drive back to Mama’s house
Like a shotgun Chevy, gassed up and ready
Bed of blankets with the stars out
The kind that makes you roll your windows down
The kind that makes your whole world go round
My baby loves me like two lane roads
My baby loves me like them power line poles
My baby loves me like corn in rows
That never gets old in a small town, small town
She loves me like that welcome sign
My baby loves me like them dotted yellow lines
My baby loves me like Sunday drive and all green lights
In a small town, small town
She loves me like the Holy Spirit
Home crowd cheering
Long gravel drive back to Mama’s house
Like a shotgun Chevy, gassed up and ready
Bed of blankets with the stars out
The kind that makes you roll your windows down
The kind that makes your whole world go round
My baby loves me like a small town, small town
She loves me like a small town, small town
She love me like them lifted up trucks
Kicking dust off ya daddy’s ground
Front porch stories
Running round take one pass it around
Kinda way you grow up you never gonna wonder out
Small town, small town
She loves me like a small town, small town
She loves me like a small town, small town
She loves me like a small town, small town
Written by: Daymon Osborn, Logan Wall, Tyler Chambers
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