Pull out your phone, pull up the grid
Take a two finger zoom, all the way in
There it is tucked up under them pines
Hiding like a buck when a truck rolls by
Same as it's been back in the day
I prayed to the Lord that's how it's gon' stay
If concrete's knocking, we ain't letting it in, nah
'Cause if we ever did
There'd be black tar on every back road
A Walmart where the green grass grows
A chain bar where the dive bar closed
More neckties in redneck clothes
There ain't a damn thing changed 'round here
I owe whoever drew it up a cold beer
For nobody knowing where this little piece of nowhere's at
Thank God they never put it on a map
To hell with the lights, they ain't that pretty
I done see it happen to one too many
Don't put it past a small town to come undone
Hell, Nashville used to be one
'Til they put black tar on every back road
A Walmart where the green grass grows
A chain bar where the dive bar closed
More neckties in redneck clothes
There ain't a damn thing changed 'round here
I owe whoever drew it up a cold beer
For nobody knowing where this little piece of nowhere's at
Thank God they never put it on a map
Yeah, I try not to wonder when they day's gon' come (When the day's gon' come)
I just hold them down under when they build it up
When they build it up
And put black tar on every back road
A Walmart where the green grass grows
A chain bar where the dive bar closed
More neck ties in redneck clothes
There ain't a damn thing changed 'round here
I owe whoever drew it up a cold beer
For nobody knowing where this little piece of nowhere's at
Thank God they never put it on a map
Thank God they never put it on a map
Thank God they never put it on a map
