Lyrics To the folks who need the money but won't sell the family forty Keep telling that suit and tie no To all them hidden county liners, little mom and pop diners Keep telling big money where to go Remember God only made so much real estate Tell the bank, "I'ma take it to the grave" Let's keep the red dirt roads red dirt Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water And your roots in the ground Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small To the ones who rocking rust on a box-bodied truck Rev it up, keep that rubber burned down To the ones coming home to your homecoming queen Keep making that girl's daddy proud To all of y'all fighting for that flag We gon' hold it down 'til you get back And keep the red dirt roads red dirt Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water And your roots in the ground Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small To the gone but not forgotten God, tell 'em we got 'em And we know they're looking down on this town So we gon' keep them red dirt roads red dirt Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water And your roots in the ground Keep standing tall, the hell in your nah Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small We keepin' small towns small Brandon Jay Day, Brantley Keith Gilbert, Brian Wayne Davis, Brock Berryhill, Chase McGill, Josh Michael Phillips, Michael Arthur Ray, Taylor Delmar Phillips OLE MEDIA MANAGEMENT LP, Warner Chappell Music, Inc. Small Town Small by Jason AldeanTo the folks who need the money but won't sell the family forty Keep telling that suit and tie no To all them hidden county liners, little mom and pop diners Keep telling big money where to go Remember God only made so much real estate Tell the bank I'm gon' take it to the grave Let's keep the red dirt roads red dirt Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water And your roots in the ground Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small To the ones who rocking rust on a box-bodied truck Rev it up, keep that rubber burned down To the ones coming home to your homecoming queen Keep making that girl's daddy proud To all of y'all fighting for that flag We gon' hold it down till ya get back And keep the red dirt roads red dirt Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water And your roots in the ground Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small To the gone but not forgotten God, tell 'em we got 'em And we know they're looking down on this town So we gon' keep them red dirt roads red dirt Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water And your roots in the ground Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw Here's to all y'all keepin' small towns small We keepin' small towns small TRACK LISTING
LyricsAfter you I was chasing in a sunset scene And now I’m burning down this hole in the wall After you I thought about taking that runway And now I’m burning down this hole in the wall I should’ve ran after you And now I’m burning down this hole in the wall After you Ain’t it crazy to think bout how I used to hold
ya Get drunk tonight The same bar It’s alway’s the same but the only thing different Get drunk tonight Girl it never ends I sit down at the same barstool Get drunk tonight The same bar It don’t take It’ll make you think that It sneaks up It’ll make you think that It still burns, I can’t
lie It’ll make you think that To the folks who need the money Let’s keep the red dirt roads red dirt To the ones who rocking rust on a box bodied truck And keep the
red dirt roads red dirt To the gone but not forgotten I wouldn't mind being alone You, you wouldn't be all CHORUS I wouldn't still cry sometimes Yeah you CHORUS It wouldn't be so hard to see you If I didn't love you CHORUS If I didn't love you We can talk about the deer that ya killed last year up in Illinois Anything from the Lakers to the Cowboys Why I’m here and why she ain’t Cause if I hear her name man I’ll spiral down Repeat chorus There’s a thousand roads that I can go on down down down Repeat chorus Yeah another glass Oh thinkin' about our younger years Now nothin' can take you away from me And baby you're all that I want And love is
all that I need Oh once in your life you find someone Yeah nothin' could change what you mean to me And baby you're all that I want And love is all that I need I've been waitin' for so long Now our dreams are comin' true And baby you're all that I want And love is all that I need You're all that I want That smoke supposed to cover you up and cloud my mind This bar don’t work anymore This crowds supposed to drown you out This bar don’t
work anymore They might as well close it down shut it down go ahead and Cause this bar don’t work anymore She might know me by the rowdy raisem up songs She ain’t heard the sad songs yet Damn she’s a looker the kind everybody back home She ain’t heard the sad songs yet Hell I don’t know the kinda thing she looks for in a man She ain’t heard the sad songs yet Ain’t heard the sad songs yet Watching that dust cloud CHORUS It’s drawing hearts in the sand It’s like watching you love me It’s like watching you love me Watching you love me He gets up before the dawn He just takes the tractor another round That
hail storm back in '83 He just takes the tractor another round And he takes the tractor another round, another round, another round Quit my job flipped off the boss took my name of the payroll. Throw your suitcase in the back, It's four hundred and sixty seven miles to the outskirts of Las Vegas. Throw your suitcase in the back, Throw your suitcase in the back, Hear that train a comin', rollin' round the bend. She's a hot little number in her pick-up truck Country, (shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots A hell raisin sugar when the sun goes down, mama taught her how to rip up a town Country (shoot) from her cowboy boots to her down home roots Brother she's country, from her cowboy boots to her down home roots She's all about the country She had a shiny little beamer with the ragtop
down And I can take you for a ride on my big green tractor Said we can fire it up and I can show you around Or we can take another ride on my
big green tractor Just let me dust off the seat You can climb up in my lap and drive if you want to Oh, yeah, yeah I worked all week. Oh baby, you can find me. Well if you wanna drink. Oh baby, you can find me. Oh baby, you can find me. Ha ha, y'all ready for this? |