The parking lot is rammed
With shotgun pick-up trucks
At the Joneses Rubber plant
Where all the guys end up
Beer-drinking, boy scouts living life
Like they ain’t stuck
On these quicksand streets with their girls in a sling
I’m in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing
‘Round here, we all take up our cross
And hang on His Holy name
But the cards that I was dealt
Will get you thrown out of the game
Hey momma, can’t you see your boy
Is wrapped up in the strangle silk
Of this cobweb town where culture is king?
I’m in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing
I close my eyes
And think of the water
Out at the Salt Creek
When I was young
Down at Old Mill Park, half the town’s in tow
To crown the bathing beauty of the rodeo
While her mother fights back proud tears
A young cowboy gives the nod
The chute opens, bull draws blood
And the gift is accepted by God
The chute opens, bull draws blood
And the gift is accepted by God
In this barbed wire town of barbed wire dreams
I’m in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing
I close my eyes
And think of the water
Out at the Salt Creek
When I was young
I close my eyes
And think of the water
Out at the Salt Creek
When I was young
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