Paroles Isabella County, 1992 de The Great Lakes Myth Society

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There's a crack in the road

And a scar that runs down through

a vaudevillian stage and a bear in a cage

It's an Indian summer

And the tapwater's brown sand

'cause the lamprey are crammed

'neath the Chippewa Dam



When friends come to town

They say, "What were you thinking? Come home!"

And I tell them I am home



I didn't come for the scenery

I didn't come for the grades

I didn't come for the roar of the stadium

No I came from the grave, boys

And wiped off the frown of a dreary hometown



Now I'm walking through history

And this history's mine, now I'm drunk all the time

Yeah, it's Monday and the townies are wasted



Last day in December

And the world is a white line of unshoveled cars,

'cause you can walk to the bars



In a town where the drinkers are plowed like the roads

In a heap 'round their breakfasts in yesterday's clothes

Sweetheart, this city has beautiful, beautiful snow

Beautiful, beautiful snow

Beautiful, beautiful snow

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