[Verse 1] You work at the bait shop down by the bend I get my bread from Miss June’s again Every Friday, you leave me a peach ring Like you knew I’d grin at the smallest thing Your truck’s got a dent from that county fair night My shoes got dust from that dance floor fight We both know every stop sign name Somehow your heart still sounds like mine [Pre-Chorus] And when the screen door slams I already know who it is You and your crooked smile Right there in the jasmine wind [Chorus] Small town love It fits like a glove (oh, small town love) Your hand in mine Feels just right By the gas pump glow And the church bell rolls Small town love That’s my kind of home [Verse 2] We buy our peaches from the roadside stand You hold the bag, I hold your hand Sunburned shoulders, a jar of tea You laugh like the whole world knows me Friday night on a folding chair You stole one fry, I stole your stare The old fans turn and the tall boys hum And I swear your name tastes sweet on my tongue [Pre-Chorus] When the porch light clicks on I can feel the whole block smile You lean in like you belong And stay a little while [Chorus] Small town love It fits like a glove (oh, small town love) Your hand in mine Feels just right By the gas pump glow And the church bell rolls Small town love That’s my kind of home [Bridge] We don’t need gold We don’t need grand Just a worn out truck And your warm hand A front porch swing And a summer breeze You and me Yeah, that’s all I need [Chorus] Small town love It fits like a glove (oh, small town love) Your hand in mine Feels just right By the gas pump glow And the church bell rolls Small town love That’s my kind of home [Outro] Small town love Yeah, that’s my kind of home (That’s my kind of home)