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