This Old Town

This old town should’ve burned down in 1929
That’s when we stood in line
Waiting for our soup
Swallowing our pride
This old town should’ve burned down in 1931
When the rain refused to come
Air filled up our bellies
Dust filled up our lungs
And we thought our time had come
This old town was built by hand
In the dust bowl of the motherland
There must be rock beneath the sand
Oh, I’ll be damned
This town still stands
This old town should’ve burned down in 1944
When the last men went to war
They came back different
If they came back at all
And this old town should’ve burned down in 1956
That’s when the twister hit
And all our hopes were buried
Beneath the boards and bricks
And we almost called it quits
But this old town was built by hand
In the dust bowl of the motherland
There must be rock beneath this sand
I’ll be damned
This town still stands
Bridge:
Somewhere in the distance
The city lights do shine
The sidewalks gleam with neon dreams
That call from time to time
When my children’s children
Ask me why I didn’t go
I say the heart of any town
Is the people that you’ve known
And they’ll always call you home
And this old town was built by hand
In the dust bowl of the motherland
There must be rock beneath the sand
I’ll be damned
This town still stands