Aint nothing fancy bout how I talk
Its a little bit slow full of aints and yalls
Somewhere between some old school straight and McGraw
I know you aint ever been south of heaven
But if you give me a red dirt chance Im betting
This one red light two lane guy will grow on ya
I cant 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, Ill be where
You can go when you know that its 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, Ill 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
Ill 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 Ill be where
You can go when you know that its 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, Ill be your small town
Yeah, Ill be your small town
Ill be your Friday night, never lyin, midnight 60
You be the shooting star, Ill be the wisher
That back road flying wind blowing through your hair
I just wanna be where
You can go when you know that its 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, Ill be your small town
Girl, you be my whole world
And Ill be your small town
Ill be your small town