Story Behind the Song
It's a dreary place. I didn't recognize any of the locals' faces, and this is what it drove me to.
Lyrics
Well, my hometown is a town, a town I never knew,
I look back at these city streets, and all the hell they put me through.
My hometown is a town, a town I'll never know,
With county roads and dark highways—there's a long ways to go.
Chorus:
She said, she said, "don't ever leave me."
I knew that surely I would.
"Don’t go, don't go, don't go away from me."
I don't know how I could.
And if I close my eyes for a week, these trees have all been cleared,
To make way for some houses, a church, or a freeway through here.
And smoke gets in my eyes, from all the fallen, burning leaves,
They're dried up, they’re dried out, like my fond memories.
(Chorus)
This town, it don't offer much for anyone to claim,
But highway 67 and Sam Walton's fame.
This town is a deathtrap, if you let it seal you in,
Make it out with your life and you'll realize it starts again.
I still have the keys to our old house, on the other side of the track,
But rare visits are few and far between, and there’s a chance I'll never go back.
The fire burnt itself out, a long time ago.
Soon it will be dark before too long, and time for me to go.
(Chorus)
(Bridge)
She was a girl I never did meet, with her roots buried on down, way too deep,
Her crying kept her up all night, as I tried to soothe her to sleep.
My departure soon proved to be too hard for her,
As I explained I'd be gone come September.
Listen to me please, there’s only one thing to understand,
She held on tighter, she leant in closer and wouldn’t let go of my hand.
This town, this town, won't ever be my home,
I dropped her hand and left her, left her there alone.
(Chorus 2x)
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