Yeah, a small-town girl ought to know better
Than to ride through town on a Friday night
Go haulin'-'round stuff that belongs to another
And leanin' on-over at a red light, that's right
Yeah, a small-town girl ought to grow up knowing
That, 'round here, you can't be a liar
One little spark gonna wind-up smoking
And gonna spread like a wildfire

Like the roots running through southern ground
Word gets out when you get-around
If I was you, I'd be on the lookout
'Cause it's a small town, it's a small town, girl

Yeah, a small-town boy shoulda' learned from his mama
Hell has no fury like a woman scorned
There's a big backlash on backroad drama
'Cause girls like you ain't nothin' more–

–Than the roots running through southern ground
Word gets out when you get-around
If I was you, I'd be on the lookout
'Cause it's a small town, it's a small town, girl

Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh

There's one Walmart, one church, one bar
I know these roads, I know your car
You can run and you can hide
But it's just a mile wide
The truth catches-up in a small town
Oh, yes, it does

Like the roots running through southern ground
Word gets out when you get-around
If I was you, I'd be on the lookout
'Cause it's a small town

Like a train traveling southbound
Word gets out by word-of-mouth
If I was you, I'd be on the lookout
'Cause it's a small town, it's a small town, girl

Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Well, it's a small town, girl
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Well, it's a small town, girl