James McMurtry - It's a Small Town (Talkin' at the Texaco) lyrics

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 prob'ly 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 Songwriter: James McMurtry