[Intro]
[Verse 1]
Ain t nothing fancy bout how I talk
It s little bit slow, full of ain t and yaws
Somewhere between some old school Strait 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
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I can t be California
[Chorus]
But I can be your pine tree shade in the middle of summer
Your tin roof, rain cover from the thunder
Your back view hallelujah Sunday morning prayer
Yeah, I ll be where
You can go when you know that it s all spinning too fast
Slow kinda road, thirty-five on the dash
That dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down
You ll be my whole world, I ll be your small town
[Verse 2]
You got me up all night like New York City
You got the Beverly high heels, dressed kinda pretty
And every time I get to hold you I get to go there
So when you want a little bit of middle of nowhere
[Chorus]
But I can be your pine tree shade in the middle of summer
Your tin roof, rain cover from the thunder
Your back view hallelujah Sunday morning prayer
Yeah, I ll be where
You can go when you know that it s all spinning too fast
Slow kinda road, thirty-five on the dash
That dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down
You ll be my whole world, I ll be your small town
Yeah, I ll be your small town
[Bridge]
I ll be your Friday night, Miller Light midnight sixer
You be the shooting star, I ll be the wisher
That back road flying, wind blowing through your hair
I just wanna be where
[Chorus]
You can go when you know that it s all spinning too fast
Slow kinda road, thirty-five on the dash
That dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down
You ll be my whole world, I ll be your small town
Girl, you be my whole world,
And I ll be your small town
[Outro]
I ll be your small town
