When you were just a little boy
Playin’ in the woods, playin’ with toys
Did you have a dream about what could happen?
You were sitting by the riverside
Watching all the ships go by
Looking for the day
that you would get away ...
From this dirty mess
From this wasted youth
And now you must confess
That it’s the simple truth:
You got the smalltown blues
The jobs were rough and they were spare
They didn’t get you anywhere
But hey – why complainin’?
The girls were pretty, some were smart
But didn’t try to break your heart
They were looking for the day that they would get away ...
From this dirty mess ...
The small town blues won’t get you there
Never, ever, anywhere
The small town blues - your destiny
Your only friend and company
And now that you’re a broken old man
Dealin’ no longer with that plan
Did you ever knew that this could happen?
Still sitting by the riverside
You watch the ships and realize
You missed the day that you could get away ...
From this dirty mess ... |
