James McMurtry
James McMurtry - Talkin' At The Texaco lyrics
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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 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