if this town could talk

summertime in dixie or fall out west

that light in arizona that's where it begins

50 miles from dallas in a one horse town

that's got more soul than a preacher can count

every stop sign

every cotton field

every ball park with boys on the field

something 'bout the country most can't understand

it's the past not the present that builds the man

if this town could talk

it'd take a long

long walk

down an old dirt road

every miles a story in your mind

a stick on a map

of many shiners

if this town could talk

it just wouldn't be enough time

i was 17 in a four-wheel drive

a pretty brunette on my right hand side

from down the county line

how 'bout that sun cuttin' in these georgia pines

if i could see through the isles of old 221

i'd have a hell of a story 'bout the time i was done

it's where we're built

it's where we're raised

it's where we'll lay on our last day

if this town could talk

it'd take a long

long walk

down an old dirt road

every miles a story in your mind

a stick on a map

of many shiners

if this town could talk

it just wouldn't be enough time

it just wouldn't be enough time

if this town could talk

it'd take a long

long walk

down an old dirt road

every miles a story in your mind

a stick on a map

of many shiners

if this town could talk

it just wouldn't be enough time

it just wouldn't be enough time