Liquor store liqour store

One on every corner

Checks cashed any kind 

No I.D. 

Liquor store liquor store

One on every corner

Malt liquor cigarettes

Lottery 



The car is running 

And kicking out fumes

You've disappeared inside

To buy the daily quota

I'm fending for myself 

To a popular tune

Digging in the ashtray

Hoping for a quarter 



Mile on mile of transient hotels

Unattended children with nowhere to play

Anger rips down Pine Street 

In the form of a black Chevelle

But the Baptists keep singin' away 



One lone Palm tree is rising up above

Its glamour & dignity are so out of place

An ancient pick-up truck is looking for a shove

The congregation sings "Amazing Grace"