talkin' at the texaco

well if you're lookin' for a good time

you're a little bit late

we rolled up the sidewalks

at a quarter to eight

it's a small town

we can't sell you no beer

it's a small town

so

may i ask what you're doin' here

hey what you up to

i already know

i heard the boys

talkin' at the texaco

it's a small town

i know how you feel

it's a small town

son

and the news travels

quicker than wheels

who you lookin' for

what was his name

you can prob'ly find him

at the football game

it's a small town

you know what i mean

it's a small town

son

and we all support the team

the preacher drove by in his cadillac

i waved at him but he didn't wave back

it's a small town

everybody knows your face

it's a small town

son

and we all must know our place

i woke up feeling foggy

and i called old mrs. white

i figured she could tell me

what i did last night

it's a small town

she's bound to know

it's a small town

son

i believe that i better go