Weeds blow tall on a broken train track

Ruth B. draws we're fixin' to get high

Maybe we'll hit the bluffs and find ourselves the same old rum



But everybody says this place is beautiful

And you'd be so crazy to say goodbye

But everything's the same this town is pitiful

And I'll be gettin' out as soon as I can fly



Life goes by on a Talihina sky



The hopped up boys are lookin' for their trouble

The knocked up girls, well they've all got their share