Writing Wednesday, 2

Instead of something I wrote, this week we will dive into a song written by the talented and hilarious Chuck Cannon.  This is songwriting, folks.  This is what is should be.

Well, there’s only one road running through these parts
It pretty much stops right where it starts
It goes nowhere ‘cept around and around
I ain’t ever gonna get outta this town

Well, the train pulled out and it never came back
There’s weeds growing up through the rusty old track
And planes fly over but they never touch down
I ain’t ever gonna get outta this town

There’s this dream that I’ve been dreaming now for years
Where I fly into the sun and disappear…

I got an old Chevy Nova sittin’ up on blocks
Bunch of greasy old parts in a cardboard box
I got her runnin’ one time but she broke back down
I ain’t ever gonna get outta this town

I’ve been stealing Jenny’s kisses since 11th grade
And there ain’t no runnin’ from the love we made
Now we’re shopping for a stroller and a wedding gown
I ain’t ever gonna get outta this town
I ain’t ever gonna get outta this town

Well we buried my daddy, sing Amazing Grace…
Preacher said now he’s in a better place…
Well, I couldn’t help thinking as we put him in the ground…
I ain’t ever gonna get outta this town
I ain’t ever gonna get outta this town.

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