Lyrics:
By the code, the game a decade old
I'm livin' like Ox, big-ass house, weed nuggets in the bowl
I don't watch soccer, but I like the jerseys
They
Everyone was happy there, the long, the short the tall
A town so nice and beautiful, it really was a jewel
It's a place called home, and will always be known
while Grandma tells of days of old
All the crazy family's come to town and they're knocking at the door
'Cause it's finally Christmas
It's finally
knew who we were
But we'll never go back to that old town
It's not there anymore
We'll never walk those streets again
We burnt that city down
There's
nights and empty streets, sleepy town, humble home
Same old waltz in the wind, by the railroad track
Riding out to a country bridge, moonlight shining
ayy)
You don't know the feelin' when you ridin' on that road
With them oowops in the door panel, just tryna make it home (wow)
Then you touch down
And ditch this town I was eighteen, time to move on
Now it's any reason to go back home
That's what it's all about
Yeah, just slowin' down
And get my feet
I am the resurrection and the Life
He that believeth in me
Though he were dead
Yet shall he live
A certain man had died
In the town of Bethany
the price
Three town homes in Delaware
Uh tomato Porsche lookin' like tomato sauce
Hip hop hooray I got to get
That ya yo off
That's blocks to the ave,
One, two, three, four
Driving slow on a Sunday
Goin' by that old cafe
Where the old boys are rollin' dice
To see if they can pay for coffee at half
Love makes this place a home,
On a dead end street just outside of town
Friday nights they light the fire, they all gather round
On a dead end street
In a town about the size of a truck-stop or bigger
Lived Linda Bohannon, a natural queen
She lived with her folks in a little white farmhouse
She
the moon when we're old
The greatest love story that's
Never been told
Now we're walking hand-in hand
In an English town
Gonna meet your momma and dad
We used to call it Sin City
Now it`s gone way past that.
Painting the town
And then burning it down.
And even that`s old hat.
Now there` a choir
are in our mind
This cold city is our only pride
We hope that we never left
This old valley is the only thing we have
This is our home
This is our town
ain't nothin' in the world,
I won't give to make you happy,
I gave up my nine,
To be by your side,
Only if it will bring you home to me
Been awhile
the cat I've
Spent nine lives with i know you had
You ain't spent no time at home
You're running around all over town
You're here there and everywhere
Well
by
Fading away like your dirty and old blue jeans
Town to town
City to city
Always close on your heels
Much to learn
Much to forget
You know how bad
drove into town to that old station, just to meet her old train
My baby said she's a-comin' home I hope that she won't fail
Because I feel so good, I
road, I'd be home by evening
The harbor lights still cut across the bay
From the slot machine arcade the lights go streaming
To the bikes outside
of the lake
Some jump
I got sunk, baptized on credit
Fishin' down on th' muddy bank
Felt a pull an' give a big yank
I holed out three old rubber boots
of town on business
back when i had no place to call my home
i was arrrested by your beauty
we locked into a cell of all our own
chorus:
you know i
It was Memorial Day in '81
I left the city and I drove back home
I stopped by the grave of a childhood friend
And as I stood there I talked
To him
glistening
Like dew on a carpet lawn
In these dark towns folk lie sleeping
As the heavy horses thunder by
To wake the dying city
With the living
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