Small Town (feat. Just Nate Musik)

I'm from a small town (small town)

Where everybody knows your name

Church house on a Sunday morning that's freedom

Family and faith

We're from a small town (small town)

Mud holes and the fishing poles

We work hard with our boots on

And got dirt sewn in our clothes

We're from a small town (small town)

Grandma filling up the table son Sunday supper

Come get ya some come get ya some

You know we're from a small town (small town)

Small Town (small town)

What you know about backwoods

Where that church sits up on

The hillside with that cross lit

And those Sunday mornings

You can smell it cooking

Got the bacon grease inside the fall grits if

I get stuck and that mud rises

I'm calling Unc to come pull me out

Everybody roll up from the neighborhood and hop out

The truck boots hit the ground

I'm going on one light

In the middle of town

We slow down, take it

In when you're looking around

This ain't no city boy

But you can hear the noise from every jacked up truck

When the speaker drowns

The devil went down to Georgia

But he didn't stay cause In the south we don't deal with that

Quick to lay a hand and if

My grandma does it that Holy Ghost

Is gonna lay you flat

This a Carolina thing

Shout out to Petey

When he had us all raising up

Every small town every

In between I hope you're proud

Of it how you doing Cuz

We blessed here and that's an understatement

My God reigns and He's coming back

Family here everybody know it

We ride together that's a fact

I'm from a small town (small town)

Where everybody know everybody

When it goes down you gon hear about it

Them backroads know your way around them

We from a small town (small town)

Ford tough or you Chevy riding

Diesel heavy

Or them other options

Better pick a side

Boy that's how we ride in this (small town)

Mama filling up the table boy

Food is ready

Come get you some

Come get you some

You know we're from a (small town)

We're from a small town (small town)

Right below the Mason Dixon line

That's where you'll find folks and tribes

From the city to the country boy

That sing between Nina Simone

And John Denver

Thank God I'm a country boi

Beans, greens, lamb

Ham and hog maws

Could've swore Shirley told you boi

From faith to fam streets to farm

That southern drawl

Welcome to Carolina boi

Now raise up

Country grammar what's proper

Shirts off helicopter

From the 910 to those around

If you know then you know

Let it be known

I'm from a small place

That they ride through but hardly ride to

Yeah that's word to Swoope

Just a plan town

But we fly too

Come peep how we do

Sunday morning

Sitting in the pew

Hear a good word

Bout the good news

From a good God

Who seen it good to

Birth the good Shepherd

Out the sticks

I mean a small town

They thought small of

That nothing good could come out of

Yet 2000 years later

We come in the name of

Ain't no shame when you from a (small town)

Where everybody knows your name

Church house on a Sunday morning

That's freedom

Family and faith

We're from a small town (small town)

Mud holes and the fishing poles

We work hard with our boots on

And got dirt sewn in our clothes

We're from a small town (small town)

Grandma filling up the table son Sunday supper

Come get ya some come get ya some

You know we're from a small town (small town)

Small Town (small town)

C'mon c'mon