Lyrics

Small Town Talking Blues
Words and Music by Dwane Dixon
Copyright 2019 all rights reserved

I’ve packed my bags and I won’t look back, I’ve got a ticket for a train
I’ll make my way to the big city lights, where nobody knows my name

I’ll tip my hat to Virginia and put on my walking shoes
I’m under the gun and it ain’t no fun
I’ve got the small-town talking blues

I’m the kind of guy who likes to stay up late
And I like my whiskey and smoke
And I like women just a little too much
Know I’m in deep and it ain’t no joke!
I’ve got a dozen men who wanna bust my head
‘Cause their wives have been untrue
I’ve had my fun now it’s time to run
From these small-town talking blues

Sweet Suzanne was my biggest fan, she put a contract out on me
My Michelle told me to go to hell, and my face got slapped by Bobbie
I’ll tell you it ain’t easy when you know you’re going to lose
I’m a son-of-a-gun now the damage is done
I’ve got the small-town talking blues

I’ve packed my bags and I won’t look back, I’ve got a ticket for a train
I’m making my way to the big city lights, where nobody knows my name
I’ll say good-bye to Melissa, Hazel and Harper too
Tell Josephine I had to quit this scene
I’ve got the small-town talking blues, up in my business
Small-town talking blues, please mind your biscuits
Small-town talking blues