Song For Our Little Town

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