Lyrics:

[Verse] The courthouse clock ticks slow but steady, Main Street's quiet, the fields are ready. I sip my coffee, black and plain, The town’s problems fall like summer rain. [Chorus] I’m the small-town mayor, wearing too many hats, Fixing potholes, chasing stray cats. Budget’s tight, but we’ll make it through, In this dusty town, where dreams are few. [Verse 2] The preacher's mad 'bout the zoning lines, And Betty Sue wants her parking fines. The school needs books, the roads need tar, Sometimes I feel like a falling star. [Prechorus] But the sunrise paints the silos gold, This little town has a heart so bold. [Chorus] I’m the small-town mayor, wearing too many hats, Fixing potholes, chasing stray cats. Budget’s tight, but we’ll make it through, In this dusty town, where dreams are few. [Bridge] On Friday nights, we gather and pray, At the diner, talking ‘bout the hay. It’s simple, sure, but it’s all we know, In this patch of earth where love still grows.