The way I was raised up,
I don't really say a lot
I keep my mouth shut,
a man's word is all he's got
So if you got to know the ins and outs of all of my life story
Head down to Georgia
And let my small town talk It'll tell you all about me
Them old grade school walls Chalkboards full of memories
I learned right from Rome To keep my word no matter what it costs
From that red brick church Where I finally came to Jesus
To that cold red dirt
Where grandma's resting peaceful
In 800 years I can try but ain't no way to say it all
So let my small town talk
Out on Main Street You still see them tight marks
I was 18 She was the first to break my heart
Drank a fifth of Jack and Daddy's Cadillac It damn near killed me
And I still can't take the feeling So let my small town talk
It'll tell you all about me Them old grade school walls
Chalkboards full of memories I learned right from Rome
To keep my word no matter what it costs
From that red brick church Where I finally came to Jesus
To that cold red dirt Where grandma's resting peaceful
In 800 years I can try but ain't no way to say it all
So let my small town talk
Once in a while I take the drive
Just to remind me So if you're trying to find me
Let my small town talk
It'll tell you all about me
Them old grade school walls Chalkboards
full of memories I learned right
from Rome To keep my word no matter what it costs
From that red brick church Where I finally came to Jesus
To that cold red dirt Where grandma's resting peaceful
In 800 years I can try but ain't no way to say it all
So let my small town talk Let my small town talk
Let my small town talk
Let my small town talk