Lyrics

There’s old men sitting in their rocking chairs,
Waving at the folks as they pass by the courthouse square,
There’s kids on bikes in town to buy ice cream,
With money they earned after school, it’s a small town thing.

Locks on doors ‘round here are seldom used,
The boys down at the hardware store have got all the local news,
Some folks plant a garden here every spring,
Then give away most all they grow, it’s a small town thing.

Nothing much ever changes in a small town,
Coming back it always feels like home,
Dogwood blooms and buttercups,
Nehi grape and pickup trucks,
The easy rhythm of a front porch swing,
It’s a small town thing.

These small town things catch me when I fall,
Reminding me that life is how you live it after all.

Lightning bugs caught in mason jars,
Sitting ‘round an open fire at night under the stars,
Sunday choir is where we learn to sing,
And how to lend a helping hand, it’s a small town thing.

Nothing much ever changes in a small town,
Coming back it always feels like home,
Dogwood blooms and buttercups,
Nehi grape and pickup trucks,
The easy rhythm of a front porch swing,
It’s a small town thing.

It’s a small town thing.