Put It On The Map

Pull out your phone, pull up the grid

Take your two fingers, zoom all the way in

There it is tucked up under them pines

Hidin' like a buck when a truck rolls by

Same as it's been since back in the day

I pray to the Lord that's how it's gonna stay

If concrete's knockin' we ain't lettin' it in, no

'Cause if we ever did, there'd be

Black tar on every backroad

A Walmart where the green grass grows

A chain bar where the dive bar closed

More neckties in redneck clothes

There ain't a damn thing changed 'round here

I owe whoever drew it up a cold beer

For nobody knowin' where this little piece of nowhere's at

Thank God they never put it on a map

To hell with the lights, they ain't that pretty

I done seen it happen to one too many

Don't put it past a small town to come undone

Hell, Nashville used to be one, 'til they put

Black tar on every backroad

A Walmart where the green grass grows

A chain bar where the dive bar closed

More neckties in redneck clothes

There ain't a damn thing changed 'round here

I owe whoever drew it up a cold beer

For nobody knowin' where this little piece of nowhere's at

Thank God they never put it on a map

Yeah, I try not to wonder when the day's gon' come

I just hold 'em down under when they build it up

When they build it up

And put

Black tar on every backroad

A Walmart where the green grass grows

A chain bar where the dive bar closed

More neckties in redneck clothes

There ain't a damn thing changed 'round here

I owe whoever drew it up a cold beer

For nobody knowin' where this little piece of nowhere's at

Thank God they never put it on a map

Thank God they never put it on a map

Oh no

Thank God they never put it on a map