Words & music by Paul Simon



In my little town

I grew up believ--ing

God keeps His eye on us all

And He used to lean upon me

As I pledged allegiance to the wall

Lord I recall

My little town



Coming home after school

Flying my bike past the gates

Of the factories

My mom doing the laundry

Hanging our shirts

In the dirty breeze



And after it rains

There's a rainbow

And all of the colors are black

It's not that the colors aren't there

It's just imagin-ation they lack

Everything's the same

Back in my little town



Nothing but the dead and dying

Back in my little town

Nothing but the dead and dying

Back in my little town



In my little town

I never meant nothin'

I was just my fathers son

Saving my money

Dreaming of glory

Twitching like a finger

On the trigger of a gun

Leaving nothing but the dead and dying

Back in my little town





Repeat and fade:

Nothing but the dead and dying

Back in my little town