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 you

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.

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

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, misery 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.

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.