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  1. Potterville

From the recording Potterville

Lyrics

Potterville

This old town ain’t much of nothin’ now
Hard times have run it to the ground
Steel is rusted windows are cracked
Like the weathered skin on my back
And the Old Vic theatre on east Main Street
Is condemned and falling down
The vagabonds and the crack whores are
The only stars of the Old Vic now

In this fast food world of super Wal-Mart’s and Starbucks from a can
We build it up to tear it down it’s the evolution on man

It looks a lot like Potterville
This place I used to know
It’s the laws of attrition working
And the bitter tasting fruit of the seeds we’ve sewn

I look around and the despair drowns
Any hope that’s left to be found
The mills and factories are silent now
And the foundry flames have flickered out
And my daddy’s was the last one to go
When all the good jobs headed south
This old town ain’t much of nothin’ now
Hard times have run it to the ground

As we say our devotions and benedictions just doin’ the best that we can
They build it up just to tear it down it’s the human nature of man

And it looks a lot like Potterville
This place I used to know
It’s the laws of attrition working
And the bitter tasting fruit of the seeds we’ve sewn
Woh oh, oh, oh, woh oh, oh, oh

And if this is such a wonderful life
Lord help me to understand
Why we build it up just to tear it down
So we can build it up again

Chorus
Woh oh, oh, oh, woh oh, oh, oh