Text: Tim McGraw. Southern Voice. Still.

:
There's a place I like to go
where I can here the cotton grow
when that train whistle blows
a dozen miles down the road
all I really have to do is just be still

there's the place I love to be
momma daddy my sister & me
first time I ever saw the beach back to 1983
all I really have to do is just be still

when this world gets crazy
and tries to break me
and I had all I can stand
I can close my eyes no matter where I am
and just be still

There's a place that I can see
where my babies next to me
close enough to feel the heat
all wound up beneath the sheets
all I have to do is just be still

When this world gets crazy
and tries to break me
and I had all I can stand
I can close my eyes
no matter where I am
and just be still

There's a place I need to go
Where the stain glass windows flow
every part of me is known
thank god I can go there
thank god I can go there still
thank god I can go there still