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Punch my card, I’m on the clock
The steady drip of the coffee pot
A main street morning time forgot
Here in my hometown
Delicatessen, Veterans hall
People talk about it all
Sunday sports, market free fall
Here in my hometown

My hometown, My hometown
A town of half staff flags
It’s such a drag
I think I’m sinking down
My hometown, My hometown
I’d rather be dead in the ground
Than drop roots in my hometown

Dollar stores, souvenir mugs
The motor lodge where junkies hole up
Cell phone towers, wasted hours
Here in my hometown
Filthy rags, empty dime bags
Newspaper scraps, bottle caps
Klan flyers left out on the ground
Here in my hometown

My hometown, My hometown
A town of thoughts and prayers
That go nowhere
Crosses weigh you down
My hometown, My hometown
I’d rather be dead in the ground
Than drop roots in my hometown

Sunshine slowly fades to gray
There’s traffic out on the parkway
I punch my card for another day
Here in my hometown
Lying in my bed awake
I pray the Lord my soul to take
Start to plan out my escape
Away from my hometown

My hometown, My hometown
A town of half staff flags
It’s such a drag
Bullets cut you down
My hometown, My hometown
I’d rather be dead in the ground
Than drop roots in my hometown

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from Flying First Class (Expanded Edition), released May 3, 2019

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