Tinytown from Wildflowers by Jonathan Byrd

Here in a tiny town, you can take a look around, we got lots of little things to do. You can drive in your tiny car, have a drink in a tiny bar, eat a little plate of barbecue.

Lazaro is a barber and he plays the bass guitar. He used to live in Austin. He made a living playing in bars. He likes to garden and it suits him just fine in a tiny town, growing columbine.

Charlene is the florist and she runs the B&B. Her kids are in college now. Her husband's in Tennessee. Ever since her daddy died, here mama's lived in the home, in a tiny town, fading away alone.

Tinytown has got nothing to keep Charlene in a tiny town. She's got a big sky dream. When her mama dies, she'll sell the house and store, and a tiny town will see Charlene no more.

Lazaro and Charlene been hanging out since fall. They been seen kissing behind the ballpark wall. Charlene's mama died this morning before the sun. In a tiny town, the heartache has just begun.

You can't grow no peaches in Montana, but it's lovely as a dove in the snow. I ain't got no money, but I'm handy with a hammer. Can I go Charlene, can I go?

Here in a tiny town, you can take a look around, we got lots of nothing here to do. You can drive in your tiny car, have a drink in a tiny bar, eat another plate of barbecue. Another stinkin' plate of barbecue.

• Americana
• Country
• acoustic
• folk
• songwriter
• Chapel Hill