Story Behind The Song
Inspired by a photo of my grandfather sitting on his wooden bench
Song Description
Grew up in a small town, reflecting on own personal experiences and those of others that have shared stories from their past.
| Song Length |
3:41 |
Genre |
Country - General |
| Tempo |
Slow (71 - 90) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Welcoming, Content |
Subject |
Pride, Home |
| Similar Artists |
Blake Shelton, Tim Mcgraw |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Small Town
Some see an old wooden bench
That needs a fresh coat of paint
I see granddaddy lighting a cigar
And my momma just taking a break
That steady breeze
Down through the apple trees
Some say its dad
Checking up on the farm and me
Some folks here turn water into whiskey
Some folks here always lived in a small town
Some folks here own property with history
Some folks just prefer a small town
Hickory smoke on an open fire
Usually go down by the lake
We don't spend much
Most of us give
More than we take
Blue jeans here never go out of style
Neither is a beer
On a neighbor's porch
Once in awhile
Some folks here turn water into whiskey
Some folks here always lived in a small town
Some folks here own property with history
Some folks just prefer a small town
Instrumental
You don't get to choose
Where your story begins
But you sure can let loose
And have a good life
In a small town
Some folks here turn water into whiskey
Some folks here always lived in a small town
Some folks here own property with history
Some folks just prefer a small town
Some folks, just prefer a... small town