Small Town Small - Jason Aldean

To the folks who need the money but won’t sell the family forty

Keep telling that suit and tie no

To all them hidden county liners, little mom and pop diners

Keep telling big money where to go

Remember God only made so much real estate

Tell the bank I’m gon' take it to the grave

Let’s keep the red dirt roads red dirt

Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first

Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar

Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water

And your roots in the ground

Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw

Here’s to all y’all keepin' small towns small

To the ones who rocking rust on a box-bodied truck

Rev it up, keep that rubber burned down

To the ones coming home to your homecoming queen

Keep making that girl’s daddy proud

To all of y’all fighting for that flag

We gon' hold it down till ya get back

And keep the red dirt roads red dirt

Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first

Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar

Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water

And your roots in the ground

Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw

Here’s to all y’all keepin' small towns small

To the gone but not forgotten

God, tell 'em we got 'em

And we know they’re looking down on this town

So we gon' keep them red dirt roads red dirt

Keep the little white church, keep keeping God first

Keep dragging that plow, keep the blue on your collar

Keep the sweat on your dollar, keep the sins in the water

And your roots in the ground

Keep standing tall, the hell in your naw

Here’s to all y’all keepin' small towns small

We keepin' small towns small