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I am posting this to see how this portrait compares to other parts of the country. This is not predominant here but we don't have to go too far to see it.
“Dirty Town”
copyright 2010 by Rick Reiley
(in A minor of course- what else is new?
In a modified Weem Away rythym for lack of a clearer thought)
In this dirty little town
We live like bums and brothers
Among liars, thieves and lawyers
And occasionally some others
We used to live with pride here
'Til pride got in the way
It's easier now to just let crap fall
And leave it where it lay
Our yards are filled with mud holes
Big trucks and fallen down trees
Busted windows replaced with cardboard and tape
And stray dogs scratchin' their fleas
Why paint the house or pick up trash
Or get the junk cars off the lawn
There's nothin' serious to gain here now
Going, going, gone....
(Refrain)
It's not that we've given up hope
It's a light that's simply grown dim
Hope is the monkey on the optimist's back
That makes him think frowning is
Is really a grin
We've given up humoring him
(Chorus)
(Sung brightly and cheerfully by the Sweet Adelaides or a Barber Shop quartet to
brighten the impending gloom- kind of a cheery tap dance 'get it
while it's hot' feel)
Going, going, gone
It's a graveyard in the making
You can get in on the ground floor
It's yours for the taking
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