The sun will rise over this Southern town
And we'll go to places with the car windows down
We'll see a few friendly faces and a few who hate to leave traces
There'll be a girl in a bookstore reading books on folk lore
Hiding from time behind paperback paneled lines
And her face will be white and her smile will sweet
But her eyes will be distant and her voice will sound beat
It used to belt loud for her in a choir built around here
But time pa**ed on she grew tired of song, afraid to move up and a afraid to move on. So she settled on a book store with books of local lore
So we'll ride on through the town
The heat'll never let down to the bar with the pool table stars
And we'll see a few friendly faces and a few who hate to leave traces
So we'll ride on through the town
The heat'll never let down to the bar with the pool table stars
And we'll see a few friendly faces and a few who hate to leave traces
There'll be a girl there short hair blue eyes
Hard as nails and a tough girl guise
You'll never get a soft look unless she's taking the lead
And then her neck'll sink into her soft shoulders
Her eyes'll twinkly and her smile shine
But quick back; a smile can't crack when you're on a tough girl track
So we'll ride on through the town
The heat'll never let down to the bar with the pool table stars
And we'll see a few friendly faces and a few who hate to leave traces
So we'll ride on through the town
The heat'll never let down to the bar with the pool table stars
And we'll see a few friendly faces and a few who hate to leave traces