You can talk about the weatherOr the mayor's sisterYou can talk about small talkYou can walk the city limitsIn a matter of minutesTalk about taking a walkYou can count the stars in the clear night skyOr sit back and listen while the train rolls byHey it's a small townThey roll the sidewalks upCome around sundownHey it's a small townThe place where we grew upAnd still hang aroundThat rich young widowKeeps talkin' to the preacherLord help their souls be savedAnd Mr. Johnson's daughterFlew in from NevadaWhen they put him in his graveTommy took a summer job in PontiacHe's still writing letters but he's not coming backHey it's a small townThey roll the sidewalks upCome around sundownHey it's a small townThe place where we grew upAnd still hang aroundHey it's a small townThey roll the sidewalks upCome around sundownHey it's a small townThe place where we grew upAnd still hang aroundI'm easy to be foundHey it's a small town.