Homeboy, you're gonna wish one day, That you were sittin' on a gate of a truck by the lake With your high school flame on one side, ice cold beer on the other Ain't no shame in a blue collar forty, Little house, little kid, little small town story Come

She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

And we all have to walk it alone I could move to a small town And become a waitress Say my name was Stacy And I was figuring things out See, my baby, he left me And I don't feel like staying here tonight I remember sleepless nights I remember Chicago

With a red and black one at the Texaco She hopped in your truck Sang alone with one on the radio Big red one going down Feel like one in a small town Parked way out in the dark And they danced on the hood She was sitting on the shining light Then gave

What I'd give just to get a little bit back now Yeah, we fell in just as fast as we fell out We were too young to settle down and a big love in a small town In a small town, yeah We had big love in a small town In a small town Yeah, we were sixteen and

She loves a small town boy like me She can have anybody that she wants to be Anywhere she wants to be She's my ride or die baby She's my cool, she's my crazy She's my laid back in the front seat She's my with me to the end girl My turn-it-up-to ten girl

It's a small town throwdown Crank that country up loud Its time to tall boy up let them tailgates down Yea Man its on tonight right into morning light Its time to tall boy up Let them tailgates down Round these parts there ain't much to do Except work

This town's too small to be mean And somebody's sister knows somebody's husband And somebody's daughter knows somebody's brother And around here, we all look out for each other Aw, but don't you forget it, as big as we're getting Too small to be lying

Hell before you naw, rollin' off just right Man, that town is small, boys But you have a ball, boys Homemade alcohol on a Saturday night Y'all boys with that southern drawl, boys Yeah, truck's stuck, who you gon' call? Pretty girl, who you gon' fall for?

But I ain't in Checotah anymore I'm in a world so wide It makes me feel small sometimes I miss the big blue skies The Oklahoma kind Where sixty-nine meets forty There's a single-stoplight town And back when I was really young A part of that burned down