Dad still lives in the town where he was born 

Says hes got nowhere else to go 

He's been working the same job since 1962 

Knows everything he'll ever need to know 

Every day at five he'd come home from the plant 

He'd pull up and honk his horn 

He'd go into the kitchen and come out with a beer 

Then unbutton his uniform And I never understood the expression on his face 

But finally its making sense to me 

Cause when grandpa passed away I inherited his clothes 

And a job down at the factory Living second rate, working second shift 

And somehow twenty years went by 

I ended up like dad, in the town where I was born 

And I'll never question why