Small Town Talk

The way I was raised up

I don't really say a lot

I keep my mouth shut

A man's word is all he's got

So if you got to know the answer now, it's a ball of my life story

Head down to Georgia

And let my small town talk

It'll tell you all about me

Them old grade school walls

Chalkboards full of memories

I learned right from wrong

To keep my word no matter what it cost, mmm

From that red brick church where I finally came to Jesus

To that cold red dirt where Grandma's restin' peaceful

In eight hundred years

I could try but ain't no way to say it all

So let my small town talk

Out on Main Street

You still see them tire marks

When I was eighteen

She was the first to break my heart

Drank a fifth of Jack in Daddy's Cadillac, it damn near killed me

And I still can't take the feeling

So let my small town talk

It'll tell you all about me

Them old grade school walls

Chalkboards full of memories

I learned right from wrong

To keep my word no matter what it cost, mmm

From that red brick church where I finally came to Jesus

To that cold red dirt where Grandma's restin' peaceful

In eight hundred years

I could try but ain't no way to say it all

So let my small town talk

Once in a while, I take a drive just to remind me

So if you're tryna find me

Let my small town talk

It'll tell you all about me

Them old grade school walls

Chalkboards full of memories

I learned right from wrong

To keep my word no matter what it cost

From that red brick church where I finally came to Jesus

To that cold red dirt where Grandma's restin' peaceful

In eight hundred years

I could try but ain't no way to say it all

So let my small town talk

Let my small town talk

Let my small town talk

Let my small town talk