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[Verse 1]
My uncle Lou runs the hardware store
Says he ain’t closed since the Civil War
He’ll fix your screen door and your marriage if he can
Barber Don’s cut the same damn hair
Since Elvis had hips and cash was fair
His clippers hum like they’re part of a master plan
The town sign says “Welcome” — in duct tape and hope
Next to a tire swing hangin’ from a telephone pole
Where ghosts of the Fourth still crackle and pop
Even though the fireworks budget got dropped
[Chorus]
Cruisin’ slow
Wavin’ at folks I sorta know
Lay me down where the gossip flies —
Population: us and one weird guy
[Verse 2]
Miss Jolene runs the diner like a Sunday sermon
Hands out hashbrowns and half-truths, barely discernin’
If your coffee’s cold, it’s ‘cause she’s tellin’ you fate
The high school’s gone, but the bleachers remain
Where we learned about heartbreak and hydroplane
And painted bad decisions on license plates
Potts still guards his land like it’s Area 51
Says, “If God wanted condos, He’d have built one”
The mayor’s a dog — I mean, literally, it’s Ted
A golden retriever with a top hat on his head
[Chorus]
Rollin’ through
Same three streets and déjà vu
This town may be outta luck —
But we’re still in it, and we still show up
[Verse 3]
The church bell cracked back in ‘92
Now the ringtone’s just someone yellin’, “Y’all come through!”
But we still dress up on Sundays just the same
The preacher’s got a tattoo of a lightning bolt
And he moonlights gigs at the local goat cult
You don’t ask questions — just smile and blame the rain
There’s a sign by the silo: “No aliens past dusk”
We put it there drunk, but now it’s law — don’t trust luck
If you need directions, we don’t use GPS
Just “turn left where the barn burned down and guess”
[Chorus]
Coastin’ slow
Where the weeds and legends grow
Plant me here when the stories dry
Population: us — and we get by
