This Town from Copyright 1973 by The So-Called Fake Country All-Stars
Tracklist
| 4. | This Town |
Lyrics
This town, has a chip on its shoulder
The size of Michigan
And the people don’t change around here, we just get older
Thinking nineteen-something and five is coming back again
You gotta get out while you can
You gotta get out while you can
This town is a long way from heaven
But it’s just a short drive from everywhere you’ve been
You’re too far north to have the proper charm or breeding
And you’re too far south to be thick skinned
This town is always waiting for something
But nothing’s all that ever comes
Don’t worry I still love you…
The girl that you love and you know loves you too
Cannot find you
From the time or the place that she’s in
So you just sit around here, waiting for the dog to die
So you can finally pack it all in
The sun won’t shine where you keep your old postcards
And some men will die alone
Don’t worry I still love you…
From the east side refineries to the old Polish village
Tucked away in the attic with the old Bernz-o-matic
With your old service medals, and the dust always settles
There’s a letter you never mailed right next to a trophy shaped like a bowling pin







