Sanoja: Seals And Crofts. Tin Town.

Have you been down to Tin Town
Where dreams in cans once were drowned?
A snag somewhere in someone's life
Caught him there, pulled him to strife

A bottle here, and there are left
Many broken, the air is deaf
With non-understanding vows
Remember tears upon their brows

In Tin Town, has-been town
Tin Town, has-been town

A tiny flag upon a mast
Where camp-town children played in past
A river winding through the trees
Banks eroded, extreme degrees

Once a place to be baptized
When pentecostal need arise
A shank or two with rotted plank
A fish or two, their eyes are blank

In Tin Town, has-been town
Tin Town, has-been town

Well, I been down to Tin Town
Where once a boy I did fall down
And cut my arm on piled up junk
I wrapped it up and I hailed a drunk

He carried me three miles to home
Where daddy said I was cut to the bone
The doctor washed his hands and said
Five more minutes, the boy'd been dead
Down where people lose their heads

In Tin Town, has-been town
Tin Town, has-been town, I know you well

Well, I live here in Tin Town
Not many people come around
When when they do I smile at them
And say, hello, it's a mighty hot day

Can you spare a man a dime?
I got thirty cents and I can buy some wine
I'm livin' in my childhood schemes
Please, mister, you can make my dreams
(You can make my dreams)

In Tin Town, has-been town
Tin Town, has-been town
It's my home, it's my home
It's my home, it's my home