In The Town Where I Was Born

Dad still lives in the town where he was bornSays he’s got nowhere else to goHe’s been working the same job since 1962Knows everything he’ll never need to knowEveryday at five he’d come home from the plantHe’d pull up and honk his hornHe’d go in the kitchen and come out with a beerThen unbutton his uniformAnd I never understood the expression on his faceBut finally it’s making sense to me"Cause when grandpa passed away I inherited his clothesAnd a job down at the factoryLiving second rate, working second shiftAnd somehow twenty years went byI ended up like dad, in the town where I was bornAnd I’ll never question why

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