James McMurtry - Small Town (Talking 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