Here comes Parks and he's found another bottle He tips it up like a trumpet, he takes a drink
and passes it out And every man around the farm takes a chorus
on the bottle It ain't much, it ain't good, but it'll get
us through till dawn Don't the freight yard sound like a drunk
in a metal shop I can't believe it gets this cold in Barstow
And I can't believe I pissed my twenties away Well, if you take me back this time, baby,
I promise you I'll stay
And then Parks takes another drink and he starts to sing off-key
There's not a man big enough round the fire to shut him up
And in the cold morn he's singing hey-oke, tell-er-kee
Texas found a job in California And everybody round the fire cracks up
Don't the freight yard sound like a drunk in a metal shop
I can't believe it gets this cold in Barstow And I can't believe I pissed my twenties away
Well, if you take me back this time, baby, I promise you I'll stay
And then Parks hands me the bottle, he says I'm going to Tucson
Hole up all winter at the Sally if I can I don't mind the praying and I don't mind
saying I could listen forever to that Sally Brass Band
And then Parks starts laughing hard but he doesn't make a sound
He grabs the bottle back from me and kills the last of the wine
And in the fire's glow I can see his eyes and they shine like brake lights
And I am grateful I cannot see mine Don't the freight yard sound like a drunk
in a metal shop I can't believe it gets this cold in Barstow
And I can't believe I pissed my twenties away Well, if you take me back this time, baby,
I promise you I'll stay