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Ain't nothing fancy 'bout how I talk It's little bit slow, full of ain't and yaws Somewhere between some old school straight and McGraw I know you ain't ever been south of heaven But if you give me a red dirt chance I'm betting This one red light, two lane guy will grow on you I can't be California But I can be your pine tree shade in the middle of summer Your tin roof, rain cover from the thunder Your back view hallelujah Sunday morning prayer Yeah, I'll be where You can go when you know that it's all spinning too fast Slow kinda road, thirty-five on the dash That dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down You'll be my whole world, I'll be your small town 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 But I can be your pine tree shade in the middle of summer Your tin roof, rain cover from the thunder Your back view hallelujah Sunday morning prayer Baby, I'll be where SongtexteYou can go when you know that it's all spinning too fast Slow kinda road, thirty-five on the dash That dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down You'll be my whole world, I'll be your small town Yeah, I'll be your small town I'll be your Friday night, misery light midnight sixer You be the shooting star, I'll be the wisher That back road flying, wind blowing through your hair I just wanna be where You can go when you know that it's all spinning too fast Slow kinda road, thirty-five on the dash That dot on the map for your heart when you need to slow down You'll be my whole world, I'll be your small town Girl, you'll be my whole world And I'll be your small town Aus Songtexte Mania