My hometown is full of drunken women
And alleys that smell like drunkard\'s urine
With little children here and there
That dissappear when stars appear.
I have seen madmen and preachermen
In these smoky streets that smell like urine
And sometimes the madmen come
Preaching like preachermen-
And they don\'t leave until our Town is still.
There\'s a small hotel here
And a small hotel there
They all compete in smallness,
The smaller the grander.
The tea is always hot and milky
And always cheap enough.
In the sun our little Town is sadder
It chokes with dust and tired men
And feels like some fringe of hell
The nights then become so much colder
But never mind the night.
No one minds the night in our little Town.
When the rains come falling
Sometime in April and in May
Our Town jumps to life again
Takes a shower; breathes alive
The little hotels are warmer then
The tea hotter the men more drunk
God is glorious for the rain,
Life happens when it rains
In our slouching little Town