[Intro] [fingerpicked acoustic guitar] [Verse 1] [breathy female vocals] The sun on the dashboard of her daddy's truck Chasing the horizon just for luck She'll be playing guitar, riding the horses Watching the sunset go down She's the kind of girl who makes her mama proud She knows the rhythm of the creek bed stone And how to make her house feel a lot more like home With a worn-out Bible and a thrift store ring She finds the beauty in the simplest things She don't need the city lights to shine She's perfectly happy right here on the line [Chorus] Oh, right here on the line Yes, she's a small town grace in a fast-paced world A wildflower, a daydream girl With a heart as wide as the plains are long She's a melody in my favorite song Yes, she's everything honest and true The kind of soul that pulls you through When the harvest moon starts to softly rise I see the whole world reflected in her eyes She's got a story aching in the palm of her hand Rooted deep in the heart of this good land We sit on the porch till the stars burn out Just talking about the peace of the quiet small town When the thunder rolls in and the skies turn gray She's the shelter where I want to stay She's got a backbone made of iron and prayer And that kind of hope in the open air Yes, she's a small town grace
