[Verse 1] Aint nothing fancy bout how I talk Its little bit slow, full of aint and yaws Somewhere between some old school Strait and McGraw I know you aint ever been south of heaven But if you give me a red dirt chance Im betting This one red light, two lane guy will grow on you I cant be California [Chorus] But I can be your pine tree shade in the middle of summer Your tin roof, rain cover from the thunder Your back pew hallelujah Sunday morning prayer Yeah, Ill be where You can go when you know that its all spinning too fast Slow kinda road, thirtyfive on the dash That dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down Youll be my whole world, Ill be your small town [Verse 2] You got me up all night like New York City You got the Beverly high heels, dressed kinda pretty And every time I get to hold you I get to go there So when you want a little bit of middle of nowhere [Chorus] But I can be your pine tree shade in the middle of summer Your tin roof, rain cover from the thunder Your back pew hallelujah Sunday morning prayer Baby, Ill be where You can go when you know that its all spinning too fast Slow kinda road, thirtyfive on the dash That dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down Youll be my whole world, Ill be your small town Yeah, Ill be your small town See Cole Swindell LiveGet tickets as low as 36You might also like[Bridge] Ill be your Friday night, misery light midnight sixer You be the shooting star, Ill be the wisher That back road flying, wind blowing through your hair I just wanna be where [Chorus] You can go when you know that its all spinning too fast Slow kinda road, thirtyfive on the dash That dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down Youll be my whole world, Ill be your small town Girl, youll be my whole world And Ill be your small town
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