Из альбома: The Ballad of Willy Robbins

Yeah, I saw them take up my town
they tore up Thompson row
I watched the trucks of thieves go by
I can feel 'em in my bones
On main street people walk
with their heads bowed down
listenin' to the triangle park preacher bode

So I sing in my head
our hometown is dead

Out of work and waitin' in lines
lookin' for lend outs without company dime
I'm losin' step with tired rhymes
and no way for me to go
There are boys who follow the road
well worn, it once guided me home
left with an empty room and false pride

So we sing in our heads
our hometown is dead

Watch you go, let you go
watch you go, let you go

I find solace in the night
when it's dark like the midnight fight
between the good and the bad
between the hollow and moonlight
I am good as gone
a ghost in song
I've climbed the rungs and seen the light

So I sing in my head
our hometown is dead

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