My Town
I’ve got to get away from here
And this time I do know why
My town is just changing way too fast
To the point where I’m about to cry
They’re shutting all my favorite stores
They’re building wider roads
The gin mills are charging more
The policemen have more codes
Other workers and I are impatient
Our pay hardly ever goes up
And bosses give us much more work
They drink from a silver cup
Our postmen are losing their positions
The mail is slow to get through
Summers are getting hotter
But we don’t think warming is true
And I’ve just made up my mind
I’m leaving my town for good
But where my spirit takes me
May never be understood.
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