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Invalid curtains Broken down houses Mold is growing Everywhere Not many live here anymore Used to be a boom town babies born Everyone was employed Took coupons at the company store Milled that wood Ground that red ore they don't build washing machines around here anymore Invalid curtains blowing in a toxic wind nuclear plant failed but that wasn't the end. The wind is still blowing down main street twitching the "For Lease" signs If the mud doesn't getcha The *** holes will, Schools? Salting the roads? There isn't any more revenue At least Rays is open the general store Thomas's, the hardware store next door Tony's One Stop Coffee Shop Barney's Pharmacy Sellin' out those Oxys The gas station pulled out their tanks The doctor's gone The dentist closed Got to go forty miles to go to Costco Still catching trout at Jackson Meadow down the highway Pulled out an 8 pound bass Never knew it was there Put it back Old guy one more life to live. Staying here is all we know No one knows we're here Just like that 8 pound bass One more life to go? even though We keep hearing singing in the sundown snow, the dying song of a dying town.
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC
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Invalid curtains Broken down houses Mold is growing Everywhere Not many live here anymore Used to be a boom town babies born Everyone was employed Took coupons at the company store Milled that wood Ground that red ore they don't build washing machines around here anymore Invalid curtains blowing in a toxic wind nuclear plant failed but that wasn't the end. The wind is still blowing down main street twitching the "For Lease" signs If the mud doesn't getcha The *** holes will, Schools? Salting the roads? There isn't any more revenue At least Rays is open the general store Thomas's, the hardware store next door Tony's One Stop Coffee Shop Barney's Pharmacy Sellin' out those Oxys The gas station pulled out their tanks The doctor's gone The dentist closed Got to go forty miles to go to Costco Still catching trout at Jackson Meadow down the highway Pulled out an 8 pound bass Never knew it was there Put it back Old guy one more life to live. Staying here is all we know No one knows we're here Just like that 8 pound bass One more life to go? even though We keep hearing singing in the sundown snow, the dying song of a dying town.
In the tradition of James McCurtry, Greg Brown, Emmylou
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May 24, 2018
May 24, 2018 at 9:12 PM UTC
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