The Colors of Paradise Garrett Long & Liz Callaway

[PERCY]
Have you ever dreamed of a town so small
They roll the sidewalk up?
Where the waitress spills the gossip
As she fills your coffee cup?
Where the post office and barbershop
Are in the general store
And only street is Main Street
And it runs by your front door?

Did you ever want to lose yourself
And wander where you please?
Well, you can walk a hundred miles
And never leave the trees
Just step outside your back door
When you want to run away
There's a creek that you can follow
On a lazy summer day

And when summer turns to autumn
In the town where you are from
Then the colors of paradise come...

And the colors of paradise come
The colors of paradise come to you
And the colors of paradise come
And the colors of paradise come