My Hometown

Punch my card, I'm on the clock

Steady drip of the coffee pot

Main street morning time forgot

Here in my hometown

Delicatessen, Veterans Hall

People talk about it all

Sunday sports, market free fall

Here in my hometown

My hometown, my hometown

The town of half-staff flags

It's such a drag

I think I'm sinking down

My hometown, my hometown

Oh, I'd rather be dead in the ground

Than drop roots in my hometown

Dollar stores, souvenir mugs

Motor Lodge where junkies huddle up

Cell phone towers, wasted hours

Here in my hometown

Filthy rags, empty dime bags

Newspaper scraps, bottle caps

Klan flyers left out on the ground

Here in my hometown

My hometown, my hometown

The town of thoughts and prayers

That go nowhere

And crosses weigh you down

My hometown, my hometown

Oh, I'd rather be dead in the ground

Than drop roots in my hometown

Sunshine slowly fades to gray

There's traffic out on the parkway

I punch my card for another day

Here in my hometown

Lying in my bed awake

I pray the Lord my soul to take

And start to plan out my escape

Away from my hometown

My hometown, my hometown

The town of half-staff flags

It's such a drag

Bullets cut you down

My hometown, my hometown

Oh, I'd rather be dead in the ground

Than drop roots in my hometown

Yeah, I'd rather be dead in the ground