Every map dot has a few good ol' boys keeping it old school
Fight somebody at the drop of a hat
Help somebody, give the shirt off his back
And love somebody like she ought to be loved
Throws a little thanks to the Man above
For all he's got, it ain't a lot
But it's enough
He's a mama's boy, a John Deere rider
Dirt on his boots, the heart of a fighter
Chevy square body, old Skoal ring
Simple man on an old six string
Friday night, John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town, a small town king
He holds court in a corn field
And he holds court on a bar stool
He paints every damn shade of red
But when she smiles just right, he plays it cool
'Cause he's a mama's boy, a John Deere rider
Dirt on his boots, the heart of a fighter
Chevy square body, old Skoal ring
Simple man on an old six string
Friday night, John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town, a small town king
Yeah
Fights somebody at the drop of a hat
Helps somebody, give the shirt off his back
Loves somebody like she ought to be loved
Throws a little thanks to the Man above
Not the first and won't be the last
And he knows he'll never leave
Even when he's six feet under the grass
He'll still be the small town king
Mm, the small town king, yeah, yeah
He's a mama's boy, a John Deere rider
Dirt on his boots, the heart of a fighter
Chevy square body, old Skoal ring
Simple man on an old six string
Friday night, John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town
He's a mama's boy, a John Deere rider
Dirt on his boots, the heart of a fighter
Chevy square body, old Skoal ring
Simple man on an old six string
Friday night, John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town, a small town king
Fights somebody at the drop of a hat
Helps somebody, give the shirt off his back
Loves somebody like she ought to be loved
Throws the little things to the Man above (yeah, small town king)
Fights somebody at the drop of a hat
Helps somebody, give the shirt off his back
Loves somebody like she ought to be loved
Throws a little thanks to the Man above
Tim McGraw - SMALL TOWN KING Lyrics
Tim McGraw - SMALL TOWN KING Lyrics
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Every map dot has a few good ol' boys keeping it old school
Fight somebody at the drop of a hat
Help somebody, give the shirt off his back
And love somebody like she ought to be loved
Throws a little thanks to the Man above
For all he's got, it ain't a lot
But it's enough
He's a mama's boy, a John Deere rider
Dirt on his boots, the heart of a fighter
Chevy square body, old Skoal ring
Simple man on an old six string
Friday night, John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town, a small town king
He holds court in a corn field
And he holds court on a bar stool
He paints every damn shade of red
But when she smiles just right, he plays it cool
'Cause he's a mama's boy, a John Deere rider
Dirt on his boots, the heart of a fighter
Chevy square body, old Skoal ring
Simple man on an old six string
Friday night, John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town, a small town king
Yeah
Fights somebody at the drop of a hat
Helps somebody, give the shirt off his back
Loves somebody like she ought to be loved
Throws a little thanks to the Man above
Not the first and won't be the last
And he knows he'll never leave
Even when he's six feet under the grass
He'll still be the small town king
Mm, the small town king, yeah, yeah
He's a mama's boy, a John Deere rider
Dirt on his boots, the heart of a fighter
Chevy square body, old Skoal ring
Simple man on an old six string
Friday night, John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town
He's a mama's boy, a John Deere rider
Dirt on his boots, the heart of a fighter
Chevy square body, old Skoal ring
Simple man on an old six string
Friday night, John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town, a small town king
Fights somebody at the drop of a hat
Helps somebody, give the shirt off his back
Loves somebody like she ought to be loved
Throws the little things to the Man above (yeah, small town king)
Fights somebody at the drop of a hat
Helps somebody, give the shirt off his back
Loves somebody like she ought to be loved
Throws a little thanks to the Man above
Fight somebody at the drop of a hat
Help somebody, give the shirt off his back
And love somebody like she ought to be loved
Throws a little thanks to the Man above
For all he's got, it ain't a lot
But it's enough
He's a mama's boy, a John Deere rider
Dirt on his boots, the heart of a fighter
Chevy square body, old Skoal ring
Simple man on an old six string
Friday night, John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town, a small town king
He holds court in a corn field
And he holds court on a bar stool
He paints every damn shade of red
But when she smiles just right, he plays it cool
'Cause he's a mama's boy, a John Deere rider
Dirt on his boots, the heart of a fighter
Chevy square body, old Skoal ring
Simple man on an old six string
Friday night, John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town, a small town king
Yeah
Fights somebody at the drop of a hat
Helps somebody, give the shirt off his back
Loves somebody like she ought to be loved
Throws a little thanks to the Man above
Not the first and won't be the last
And he knows he'll never leave
Even when he's six feet under the grass
He'll still be the small town king
Mm, the small town king, yeah, yeah
He's a mama's boy, a John Deere rider
Dirt on his boots, the heart of a fighter
Chevy square body, old Skoal ring
Simple man on an old six string
Friday night, John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town
He's a mama's boy, a John Deere rider
Dirt on his boots, the heart of a fighter
Chevy square body, old Skoal ring
Simple man on an old six string
Friday night, John 3:16
Backroad baptized, just like me
He's holding it down, he earned that crown
He's a small town, a small town king
Fights somebody at the drop of a hat
Helps somebody, give the shirt off his back
Loves somebody like she ought to be loved
Throws the little things to the Man above (yeah, small town king)
Fights somebody at the drop of a hat
Helps somebody, give the shirt off his back
Loves somebody like she ought to be loved
Throws a little thanks to the Man above
Writer: Jaren Johnston, Jenn Schott, Jeremy Stover
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Performed By: Tim McGraw
From Album: Standing Room Only
Written by: Jaren Johnston, Jenn Schott, Jeremy Stover