Bigger Small Town

When she said goodbye
Guess she meant i'll see you around
At some party
Or that shell station backing out
White 4 runner
Roll tide written on the plates
I don't know how many more hey how ya been smiles I can fake
I don't need more whiskey
I don't need more smoke
Thought gettin' gone would get her gone but now i know it won't so

I need a bar where I know she won't show up
I need a church where the preacher don't know us
I could use that space she's been talkin' about
Yeah if she ain't leaving then I need a bigger small town

One we ain't been to
With some dirt roads we ain't been down
Some gasoline and a change of scene sounds good to me right now
I don't need more whiskey
I don't need more smoke
I'm tired of being here tired of seeing her everywhere I go so

Few more digits on that population sign
Brand new zip code with a new county line