Lovin' free,
Is gaining on me,
Can't keep ahead of my dreams.
My relief,
Turned out a thief,
Smooth as rocks in the stream.
This old town is a sad affair,
You be glad you're not there,
It ties your hands,
It spikes your drink,
I'd say more,
but I can't think.
Lazy Jim,
Took a bottle with him,
Tried to flag down a train,
Left a note,
couldn't read what he wrote,
A light came on in my brain.
This old town is a sad affair,
You be glad you're not there,
It ties your hands,
It spikes your drink,
I'd say more,
but I can't think.
The hills are gold,
Mornings are cold,
Don't know a soul on the street, I
Keep to myself,
Like everyone else,
Nobody says much to me.
Go to bed,
Find thoughts in my head,
In the time between wake and sleep,
Rats to kill,
Contracts to fill,
It's on ice, but it won't keep.
This old town is a sad affair,
You be glad you're not there,
It ties your hands,
It spikes your drink,
I'd say more,
but I can't think.
This old town is a sad affair,
You be glad you're not there,
It ties your hands,
It spikes your drink,
I'd say more,
but I can't think.

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