Small Town Talk

The way I was raised up, I don't really say a lot
I keep my mouth shut, a man's word is all he's got
So if you got to know the ins and outs
Of all of my life's story, head down to Georgia

And let my small town talk, it'll tell you all about me
Them old grade school walls, chalkboards full of memories
I learned right from wrong, to keep my word no matter what it costs
Hmm, from that red brick church, where I finally came to Jesus
To that cold red dirt, where grandma's resting peaceful
In a hundred years, I can try but there ain't no way to say it all
So let my small town talk

Out on Main Street, you still see them tire marks
I was 18, she was the first to break my heart
Drank to fit the jacket, daddy's Cadillac it damn near killed me
And I still can't take the feelings

So let my small town talk, it'll tell you all about me
Them old grade school walls, chalkboards full of memories
I learned right from wrong, to keep my word no matter what it costs
Hmm, from that red brick church, where I finally came to Jesus
To that cold red dirt, where grandma's resting peaceful
In a hundred years, I can try but there ain't no way to say it all
So let my small town talk

Once in a while I take the drive just to remind me
So if you're trying to find me

Let my small town talk, it'll tell you all about me
Them old grade school walls, chalkboards full of memories
I learned right from wrong, to keep my word no matter what it costs
From that red brick church, where I finally came to Jesus
To that cold red dirt, where grandma's resting peaceful
In a hundred years, I can try but there ain't no way to say it all
So let my small town talk
Let my small town talk
Let my small town talk
Let my small town talk