My home town... |
I really have a yen,
to go back once again.
Back to the place where no one wears a frown,
in my home town…
No fellow could ignore,
the little girl next door.
She sure looked sweet in her first evening gown.
Now there is a charge for what she used to give for free,
in my home town…
I remember Dan, the druggist on the corner,
was never mean or a mourner.
He was swell.
He killed his mother-in-law and ground her up real well.
Sprinkled just a bit,
over each banana split…
That fellow was no fool,
who taught in our Sunday School.
Neither was our kindly Parson Brown,
who has his children drown,
because they acted like a clown.
That happened in my home town…
I remember Sam, he was the village idiot,
and though it seems a pity, it
was so.
He loved to burn down houses just to watch the glow,
and nothing could be done,
because he was the mayor's son.
In my home town…
The guy that took a knife,
and monogrammed his wife.
Then dropped her in the pond and watched her drown.
(Oh, yes indeed, the people here are just plain folks.)
In my home town….
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