I'll Be Your Small Town

Ain't nothing fancy 'bout how I talk It's a little bit slow full of ain'ts and y'alls Somewhere between some old school straight and McGraw I know you ain't ever been south of heaven But if you give me a red dirt chance I'm betting This one red light, two lane guy will grow on ya' I can't be California But I can be your palm tree shade in the middle of summer Your tin roof rain, covered from the thunder Your back pew hallelujah Sunday morning prayer Yeah, I'll be where You can go when you know that it's all spinning too fast Slow kind of road, 35 on the dash A dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down You be my whole world, I'll be your small town You got me up all night like New York city You got the Beverly high heels, dressed kinda pretty And every time I hold you I get to go there So when you want a little bit of middle of nowhere I'll be your palm tree shade in the middle of summer Your tin roof rain, covered from the thunder Your back pew hallelujah Sunday morning prayer Baby, I'll be where You can go when you know that it's all spinning too fast Slow kind of road, 35 on the dash A dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down You be my whole world, I'll be your small town Yeah, I'll be your small town I'll be your Friday night, never lyin', midnight 60 You'd be the shooting star, I'll be the wisher That back road flying wind blowing through your hair I just wanna be where You can go when you know that it's all spinning too fast Slow kind of road, 35 on the dash A dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down You be my whole world, I'll be your small town Girl, you be my whole world And I'll be your small town I'll be your small town