Up on Main Street
They built a highway
Changed its name to Johnson Boulevard
Up on Thursday
Down on Friday
People ask me
Why I think so hard
Time's been hard, though
From the radio
To San Jacinto
And it's a long way back home
There's an old train
In a stockyard
It's like a graveyard
But things have come and gone
And the wind won't
On a gravestone
Where the name's gone
And everybody knows
Time's been hard, though
From the radio
To San Jacinto
And it's a long way back home
Sometimes you're standing still
And the wind just beats you down
Oh, and sometimes it's just so hard
To keep your two feet right there
On the ground
My mother's faith
She goes to church still
And prays on Sundays
She goes to church still
On Mondays, too
Father's somewhere
In the back of the field
Thinking out loud
That this ain't nothing new
Time's been hard, though
From the radio
To San Jacinto
So why don't we just go
back home?
Why don't we just go back home?
Yeah, why don't we just go back home?
Why don't we just go back home?






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