Put It On The Map

Pull out your phone pull up the grid

Take your two fingers zoom all the way in

There it is tucked up under them pines

Hiding like a buck when a truck rolls by

Same as it’s been since back in the day

I pray to the lord that’s how it’s gonna stay

If concrete’s a knockin’ we ain’t letting it in naw

'Cause if we ever did there’d be

Black tar on every back road

A Walmart where the green grass grows

A chain bar where the dive bar closed

More neck ties than red neck clothes

There ain’t a damn thing changed round here

I owe whoever drew it up a cold beer for

Nobody knowing where this little piece of nowhere’s at

Thank God they never put it on the map

Hell with the lights

They ain’t that pretty

I done seen it happen to one too many

Don’t put it past a small town to come undone

Hell Nashville used to be one

'Till they put

Black tar on every back road

A Walmart where the green grass grows

A chain bar where the dive bar closed

More neck ties than red neck clothes

There ain’t a damn thing changed round here

I owe whoever drew it up a cold beer for

Nobody knowing where this little piece of nowhere’s at

Thank God they never put it on the map

Yeah I try not to wonder when the days gone come

I just hope I’m down under when they build it up

When they build it up and put

Black tar on every back road

A Walmart where the green grass grows

A chain bar where the dive bar closed

More neck ties than red neck clothes

There ain’t a damn thing changed round here

I owe whoever drew it up a cold beer for

Nobody knowing where this little piece of nowhere’s at

Thank God they never put it on the map

Thank God they never put it on the map awh naw

Thank God they never put it on the map