There’s a red dot between county lines
past the 8:05 population sign.
Blink you miss it. Here, we call it home.
It’s got one stop light and one church.
And a whole lot of people living down to earth.
Any bar stool you pick, you won’t be drinking alone.
How? Without everyone and their mama finding out.
Knows everybody. Everybody knows everybody.
Body knows everybody. Everybody knows everybody.
You can’t text an ex
or have a wild night without ending up a local headline.
Monday morning you’re gonna get some calls.
Cause round here those rumors fly.
People kiss and tell. But it’s all all right,
cause by the weekend we won’t care at all.
Everybody but we all feel like
everybody. Everybody knows everybody.
Body, everybody knows it
well, if you wanna keep a little me