There's faded paint down Walnut Street.
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That's the cotton gin where the farmers meet.
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And there's the water tower I never had the guts to climb.
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Sums up how some folks live and other die trying.
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She'll pick you up and pull you down.
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And everyone waves when they're driving through town.
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The faces may change but the last names never do.
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It's the beautiful way of life in Idalou.
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Just north of the highway's my dad's old work barn.
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Down the road from there is where the Isoms farm.
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Coach Taylor retired after finally winning state.
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They'll all move on but the stories will stay the same.
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She'll pick you up and pull you down.
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And everyone waves when they're driving through town.
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The faces may change but the last names never do.
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It's the beautiful way of life in Idalou.
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There's a sole traffic light and one side is red,
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And most people stop and stay 'til they're dead.
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The other side's yellow, it means proceed with caution,
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But if you keep going you may be forgotten.
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She'll pick you up and she'll pull you down.
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And everyone waves when they're driving through town.
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She'll pick you up and pull you down.
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And everyone waves when they're driving through our little town.
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Yeah, the faces may change but the last names never do.
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It's the beautiful way of life in Idalou.
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It's the beautiful way of life for me and you.
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Idalou
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| Josh Abbott Band |
