In my little town
I grew up believing
God keeps his eye on us all,
And He used to lean upon me
As I pledged allegiance to the wall.
Lord, I recall
My little town.
Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates
Of the factories.
My mom doing the laundry,
Hanging our shirts
In the dirty breeze.
And after it rains
There’s a rainbow
And all of the colors are black.
It’s not that the colors aren’t there,
It’s just imagination they lack.
Everything’s the same
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead
and dying
Back in my little town.
Nothing but the dead
and dying
Back in my little town.
In my little town
I never meant nothin’
I was just my father’s son.
Saving my money,
Dreaming of glory,
Twitching like a finger
On the trigger of a gun.
Leaving nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town.