The sun will rise over this southern town
And we'll go to places with the car windows down.
We'll see a few friendly faces and a few who hate to leave traces.
There'll be a girl in a bookstore reading books on folk lore
Hiding from time behind paperback paneled lines.

And her face will be white and her smile will sweet,
But her eyes will be distant and her voice will sound beat.
It used to belt loud for her in a choir built around here.
But time passed on she grew tired of song,
Afraid to move up and a afraid to move on.

So she settled on a book store with books of local lore.
So we'll ride on through the town
The heat'll never let down to the bar with the pool table stars
And we'll see a few friendly faces
And a few who hate to leave traces.
So we'll ride on through the town
The heat'll never let down to the bar with the pool table stars
And we'll see a few friendly faces and a few
Who hate to leave traces.
There'll be a girl there short hair blue eyes.
Hard as nails and a tough girl guise.

You'll never get a soft look unless she's taking the lead.
And then her neck'll sink into her soft shoulders,
Her eyes'll twinkly and her smile shine.
But quick back; a smile can't crack
When you're on a tough girl track.
So we'll ride on through the town
The heat'll never let down to the bar with the pool table stars
And we'll see a few friendly faces and a few
Who hate to leave traces.

So we'll ride on through the town
The heat'll never let down to the bar with the pool table stars
And we'll see a few friendly faces and a few
Who hate to leave traces.