Terrible Thing
The parking lot is rammed
With shotgun pickup trucks
At the Jones Rubber plant
Where all the guys end up
Beer-drinking boy scouts living life
Like they ain't stuck
On these quicksand streets
With their girls in a sling
I'm in my bedroom
On the verge of a terrible thing
Around here, we all take up our cross
And hang on His holy name
But the cards that I was dealt
Will get you thrown out of the game
Hey, mama, can't you see your boy
Is wrapped up in the strangle silk
Of this cobweb town
Where culture is king?
I'm in my bedroom
On the verge of a terrible thing
I close my eyes
And think of the water
Out at the Salt Creek
When I was young
Down at Old Mill Park
Half the town's in tow
To crown the bathing beauty of the rodeo
While her mother fights back proud tears
A young cowboy gives the nod
The chute opens, bull draws blood
And the gift is accepted by God
The chute opens, bull draws blood
And the gift is accepted by God
In this barbed wire town
Of barbed wire dreams
I'm in my bedroom
On the verge of a terrible thing
I close my eyes
And think of the water
Out at the Salt Creek
When I was young
I close my eyes
And think of the water
Out at the Salt Creek
When I was young
