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He gets up on Monday morning
In his pristine little town
Sees a black man in a Chevy
Writes the license number down
And it’s all right, in your little town
It’s all right, in your little mind
It’s all right, it’s all right
He goes down to buy a paper
Sees two men holding hands
Jokes about it with a neighbor
Feeling stronger as a man
And it’s all right, in your little town
It’s all right, in your little mind
It’s all right, it’s all right
I remember friends and family
Drinkin’ on the lawn
Back when people knew their place and
Stayed where the belong
The world keeps changing
Why can’t things slow down?
Where have the good old days all gone?
He gets up to charge the station
On his work bench radio
Finds a favorable opinion
About what folks ought to know
And it’s all right, in your little town
It’s all right, in your little mind
It’s all right, it’s all right
So he draws the shades and curtains
Locks the door to go to bed
Because something out there scares him
And it lives within his head
And it’s all right, in your little town
It’s all right, in your little mind
It’s all right, it’s all right
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