Talkin' At The Texaco
James Mcmurtry


Talkin' At The Texaco Lyrics

well if you're lookin' for a good time
you're a little bit late
we rolled up the sidewalks
at a quarter to eight
it's a small town
we can't sell you no beer
it's a small town, so
may I ask what you're doin' here

hey what you up to
I already know
I heard the boys
talkin' at the Texaco
it's a small town
I know how you feel
it's a small town, son
and the news travels
quicker than wheels

who you lookin' for
what was his name
you can prob'ly find him
at the football game
it's a small town
you know what I mean
it's a small town, son
and we all support the team

the preacher drove by in his Cadillac
I waved at him but he didn't wave back
it's a small town
everybody knows your face
it's a small town, son
and we all must know our place

I woke up feeling foggy
and I called old Mrs. White
I figured she could tell me
what I did last night
it's a small town
she's bound to know
it's a small town, son
I believe that I better go

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Songwriter(s): James Mc Murtry
Record Label(s): 1989 Sony Music Entertainment Inc
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