(Lyrics by James Seals; music by James Seals & Dash Crofts, 1970)
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Have you been down to Tin Town, where dreams in cans once were drowned.
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A snag somewhere in someone's life caught him there, pulled him to strife.
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A bottle here, and there are left. Many broken, the air is deaf.
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With non-understanding vows, remember tears upon their brows.
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In Tin Town, has-been town. Tin Town, has-been town.
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A tiny flag upon a mast, where camptown children played in past.
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A river winding through the trees. Banks eroded, extreme degrees.
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Once a place to be baptized, when pentecostal need arise.
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A shank or two with rotted plank. A fish or two, their eyes are blank.
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In Tin Town, has-been town. Tin Town, has-been town.
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Well I been down to Tin Town, where once a boy I did fall down.
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And cut my arm on piled up junk. I wrapped it up and I hailed a drunk.
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He carried me three miles to home, where daddy said I was cut to the bone.
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The doctor washed his hands and said, "Five more minutes, the boy'd been dead."
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Down where people lose their heads.
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In Tin Town, has-been town. Tin Town, has-been town. I know you well.
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Well I live here in Tin Town. Not many people come around.
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When when they do I smile at them. And say, "Hello, it's a mighty hot day.
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Can you spare a man a dime? I got thirty cents and I can buy some wine.
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I'm livin' in my childhood schemes. Please, mister, you can make my dreams (you can make my dreams!)."
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In Tin Town, has-been town. Tin Town, has-been town.
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It's my home. It's my home. It's my home. It's my home.
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Tin Town
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| Seals & Crofts |
