great lakes Myth Society
great lakes Myth Society - Isabella County 1992 lyrics
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There's a crack in the roadAnd a scar that runs down through a vaudevillian stage and a bear in a cage It's an Indian summer And the tapwater's brown sand 'cause the lamprey are crammed 'neath the Chippewa Dam When friends come to town They say, 'What were you thinking? Come home!' And I tell them I am home I didn't come for the scenery I didn't come for the grades I didn't come for the roar of the stadium No I came from the grave, boys And wiped off the frown of a dreary hometown Now I'm walking through history And this history's mine, now I'm drunk all the time Yeah, it's Monday and the townies are wasted Last day in December And the world is a white line of unshoveled cars, 'cause you can walk to the bars In a town where the drinkers are plowed like the roads In a heap 'round their breakfasts in yesterday's clothes Sweetheart, this city has beautiful, beautiful snow Beautiful, beautiful snow Beautiful, beautiful snow