Lonesome County

You got your dead train tracks,
This used to be a railroad town.
You got your river runnin’ muddy,
It eats away at solid ground.
You got your funeral procession
Every Tuesday, man, they never let you down.

Chorus:
Where’s my baby? Hey, where’s my baby?
I wake up swimmin’ in a pool of cold sweat,
Screamin’ “Where is my baby?”
I’m in a Motel 6 out in the middle of the sticks
In Lonesome County.

They tell me Truman came through,
It was in nineteen hundred forty-eight.
One time Geraldo Rivera asked directions
Gettin’ to the Interstate.
And me, my car broke down,
They can’t get the part and so I gotta wait.

repeat chorus

I guess the Klan moved in
About the time that all the jobs moved out.
Yeah them men in uniform
Just make the townies all twist and shout.
I aint’ whistlin’ Dixie,
It’s the heartland, there ain’t no doubt.

repeat chorus

I don’t mind the dead animal heads
Down at the local cafe.
I don’t mind the velvet Elvises
Or humor from the local DJ.
But all these pictures of McCarthy
Got me thinkin’ that I better get away.

repeat chorus

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