(Gram ParsonsChris Hillman)

This old town is filled with sin

It will swallow you in

If you've got some money to burn

Take it home right away

You've got three years to pay

But Satan is waiting his turn

The scientists say

It will all wash away

But we don't believe any more

Cause we've got our recruits

And our green mohair suits

So please show your I.D. At the door

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house

It seems like this whole town's insane

On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door

Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain



A friend came around

Tried to clean up this town

His ideas made some people mad

But he trusted his crowd

So he spoke right out loud

And they lost the best friend they had

This old earthquake's gonna leave me in the poor house

It seems like this whole town's insane

On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door

Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain

On the thirty-first floor a gold plated door

Won't keep out the Lord's burning rain