Not for Me

Poverty smells like a wood burning stove
Clings to your mind and it sets in your clothes
Some men say it’s a tough road to hoe
But when the bottom fell out
I was standing on the floor
Wall Street Main Street walking all over me
I like soft dirt sitting under my two feet
Good folks ain’t to be found round here
Small towns are just a myth you hear
Everything good’s done faded away
Just a few of us here left to say
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Not for me
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Not for me
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Not for me
I’ve been holding on looking back
And I believe that I’m right on track
Last month the plant shut down
It was about the only thing left in this run down town
Wal-Mart came and took up the lot
Nobody on the square has a shot in Hell oh well
But they boarded up the church sign
With a new YUMCA sign
I gotta pay my dues to use God’s running shoes
Good folks ain’t to be found round here
Small towns are just a myth you hear
Everything good’s done faded away
Just a few of us here left to say
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Not for me
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Not for me
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Not for me
I’ve been holding on looking back
And I believe that I’m right on track
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Not for me
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Not for me
Nah nah nah nah nah nah
Not for me
I’ve been holding on looking back
And I believe that I’m right on track