Lyrics Talkin' at the Texaco (Live: Cactus Cafe, Austin TX 1991) - James McMurtry

Well if you′re lookin' for a good time
You′re a little bit late
We rolled up the sidewalks
At a quarter to eight
It's a small town
We can't sell you no beer
It′s a small town, so
May I ask what you′re doin' here
Hey what you up to
I already know
I heard the boys
Talkin′ at the Texaco
It's a small town
I know how you feel
It′s a small town, son
And the news travels
Quicker than wheels
Who you lookin' for
What was his name
You can probably find him
At the football game
It′s a small town
You know what I mean
It's a small town, son
And we all support the team
The preacher drove by in his Cadillac
I waved at him but he didn't wave back
It′s a small town
Everybody knows your face
It′s a small town, son
And we all must know our place
I woke up feeling foggy
And I called old Mrs. White
I figured she could tell me
What I did last night
It's a small town
She′s bound to know
It's a small town, son
I believe that I better go