[Verse 1] Courthouse clock still chimes at noon on South Ohio, Nineteen-oh-four brick and stone, watching the town come and go. Pecan trees dropping shells on the sidewalk every fall, Old men on the bench out front solving nothing at all. [Chorus] Courthouse steps and pecan trees, that's how you find your way, Back to who you used to be on any given day. Time moves slow in Suwannee County, that's the way we like it here, Courthouse steps and pecan trees, same as every year. [Verse 2] Ruby McCollum's trial behind those heavy doors, History sitting quiet in the marble-polished floors. Chamber of Commerce in the old city hall next door, Horse hooves in the concrete from nineteen-oh-nine or before. [Chorus] Courthouse steps and pecan trees, that's how you find your way, Back to who you used to be on any given day. Time moves slow in Suwannee County, that's the way we like it here, Courthouse steps and pecan trees, same as every year. [Bridge] (spoken, reflective) Funny how a building holds a whole town's memory, Every case and every vote and every family. The pecan trees don't judge, they just keep dropping gold, Same as they've been doing since the stories first were told. [Outro - mandolin fade] Courthouse steps... (same as every year)... Pecan trees... (dropping gold)...
