[Verse 1]
Summertime in Dixie or fall out west
That light in Arizona that's where it begins
50 miles from Dallas in a one horse town
That's got more soul than a preacher can count
Every stop sign, every cotton field
Every ball park with boys on the field
Something 'bout the country most can't understand
It's the past not the present that builds the man
[Chorus]
If this town could talk
It'd take a long, long walk
Down an old dirt road
Every miles a story in your mind
A stick on a map, of many shiners
If this town could talk
It just wouldn't be enough time
[Verse 2]
I was 17 in a four-wheel drive
A pretty brunette on my right hand side
From [?] down the county line
How 'bout that sun cuttin' in these Georgia pines
If I could see through the isles of old 221
I'd have a hell of a story 'bout the time I was done
It's where we're built, it's where we're raised
It's where we'll lay on our last day
[Chorus]
If this town could talk
It'd take a long, long walk
Down an old dirt road
Every miles a story in your mind
A stick on a map, of many shiners
If this town could talk
It just wouldn't be enough time
It just wouldn't be enough time
If this town could talk
It'd take a long, long walk
Down an old dirt road
Every miles a story in your mind
A stick on a map, of many shiners
If this town could talk
It just wouldn't be enough time
It just wouldn't be enough time