Oh, slow living Can be life giving Although we might disagree If most our lives are lived in black and white It makes the grey so hard to see The same old people The same old steeples On every corner For half a mile Where nothing changes And ain't it strange that We didn't notice as a child? That slow living Can be life giving Although we might disagree If most our lives are lived in black and white It makes the grey so hard to see Living in a dry state Where we all say grace Buying liquor on a Sunday Across the county lines Where the raindrops Rolling off the rooftops Making the clock stop For just a little while Oh, slow living Can be life giving Although we might disagree If most our lives are lived in black and white It makes the grey so hard to see ♪ Sitting on the porch steps In the town where we met After the sun sets On a Friday night Southern fireflies Lighting up the night sky Lucky to realize One more time That slow living Can be life giving Although we might disagree If most our lives are lived in black and white It makes the grey so hard to see It makes the grey so hard to see