Текст песни Talkin At The Texaco - 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
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