James Dean went out to Hollywood A young man from a small town With a very large imagination Gave way to the sound below And put his picture in a Picture Show. Every time he clicks his Kodak pics He steals a little bit of soul. Lay alone in his room with

You made a rebel of a careless man's careful daughter You are the best thing, that's ever been mine You were in college, working part-time, waiting tables Left a small town, never looked back I was a flight risk, with a fear of fallin' Wondering why we

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

Small town, bright lights, saturday night, Pinballs and pool halls flashing their lights. Making change behind the counter in a penny arcade Sat the fat girl daughter of virginia and ray Lydia hid her thoughts like a cat Behind her small eyes sunk deep

It’s just you and I tonight Why don’t you figure my heart out Instead of living in your head I’m rushing in a small town I forgot to call you Running low on know how This beats made for two 'Cause I remember that I like you No matter what I found

Oooooh oh oh oh, nananana Oh, I may stay here for awhile If I'm gonna fly, gonna fly down south If I'm gonna drive, I'm gonna find a small town South is where my momma lives Where my lil piece of heaven is If I'm gonna dream, I'm gonna dream your face

I'm not the one you'll sweep off her feet, Lead her up the stairwell This ain't Hollywood, this is a small town, I was a dreamer before you went and let me down Now it's too late for you And your white horse, to come around Say you're sorry That face of

Damn country music The strum of strings on a flat top The hum of wheels on the blacktop It's a neon fever for a small-town dreamer I packed it all on a whim Threw an old Hank cassette tape in Dad's '84 rusty Ford He swore we'd never make it I quit my