Текст Art Garfunkel – My Little Town

In My Little Town, I grew up believing
God keeps His eye on us all.
And he used to lean upon me as I pledged allegiance to the Wall.
Lord, I recall, in My Little Town,

Nothin’ but the dead and dyin’ back in My Little Town.
Nothin’ but the dead and dyin’ back in My Little Town.

In My Little Town, I never meant nothin’,
I was just my father’s son. Mmm.
Savin’ my money, dreamin’ of glory,
Twitchin’ like a finger on the trigger of a gun.

Leavin’ nothin’ but the dead and dying back in My Little Town.
Nothin’ but the dead and dyin’ back in My Little Town.
Nothin’ but the dead and dyin’ back in My Little Town.
Nothin’ but the dead and dyin’ back in My Little Town.
Nothin’ but the dead and dyin’ back in My Little Town.