| Next we have the dear-hearts-and-gentle-peoples school of songwriting,
|
| in which the singer tells you that, no matter how much sin and vice and crime
|
| go on where he comes from, its still the be Ace in the world because its home, you know. |
| sort of gets you. |
| this example is called my home town.
|
| I really have a yen
|
| To go back once again,
|
| Back to the place where no one wears a frown,
|
| To see once more those super-special just plain folks
|
| In my home town.
|
| No fellow could ignore
|
| The little girl next door,
|
| She sure looked sweet in her first evening gown.
|
| Now theres a charge for what she used to give for free
|
| In my home town.
|
| I remember dan, the druggist on the corner, e Was never mean or ornery,
|
| He was swell.
|
| He killed his mother-in-law and ground her up real well,
|
| And sprinkled just a bit
|
| Over each banana split.
|
| The guy that taught us math,
|
| Who never took a bath,
|
| Acquired a certain measure of renown,
|
| And after school he sold the most amazing pictures
|
| In my home town.
|
| That fellow was no fool
|
| Who taught our sunday school,
|
| And neither was our kindly parson brown.
|
| Were recording tonight so I have to leave this line out.
|
| In my home town.
|
| I remember sam, he was the village idiot.
|
| And though it seems a pity, it Was so.
|
| He loved to burn down houses just to watch the glow,
|
| And nothing could be done,
|
| Because he was the mayors son.
|
| The guy that took a knife
|
| And monogrammed his wife,
|
| Then dropped her in the pond and watched her drown.
|
| Oh, yes indeed, the people there are just plain folks
|
| In my home town. |