smalltown

Five fingers down on a six-string

I bet ya feel a little something right now

Waiting on the day you'd convince me

That I'm all you need in this town

Southern backwoods

Moving backwards

I hope you don't care

Slow Fridays

You and me driving

To God knows where

It's something like

Two seats filled in the Chevy

Got a couple spare hours, needa figure this out

Live a long life, I hope you come with me

Cause this race don't stop till we running this town

Wow, one of them faces

I'd pick out of them crowded places

Good things tend to come right back around

I just can't get enough of our town

No I can't get enough of our town

If you dance in the rain, then you step in the mud

If the grass looks green, then it's never enough

Don't lose sight of where you're from

Big dreams and a small-town love

Southern backwoods

Moving backwards

I hope you don't care

Slow Fridays

You and me driving

To God knows where

It's something like

Two seats filled in the Chevy

Got a couple spare hours, needa figure this out

Live a long life, I hope you come with me

Cause this race don't stop till we running this town

Wow, one of them faces

I'd pick out of them crowded places

Good things tend to come right back around

I just can't get enough of our town

Know you'll find me

In your driveway

Waiting for the day you come back

One seat empty

In this Chevy

I hope you're here to change that

Two seats filled in the Chevy

Got a couple spare hours, needa figure this out

Live a long life, I hope you come with me

Cause this race don't stop till we running this town

Wow, one of them faces

I'd pick out of them crowded places

Good things tend to come right back around

I just can't get enough of our town

No I can't get enough of our town