River Town Lyrics - Singles - Rob Klajda

They say Billy used to be a wise man 

But his temper was quicker than his wit 

He couldnt keep his mouth shut 

Hed always let the punch line slip 

The prosecutors worked overtime 

Trying to make the charges stick 

Lucky for him, 

The hands of justice round these parts 

Aint very swift 

No escape in a river town 

Stuck on one side or the other 

When the bridges come down 

There aint no meeting in the middle 

Unless you want to drown 

Something always smells funny 

In a river town. 

Just another tired man 

At the end of the bar 

Broken like a horse at the rodeo 

Hes the kind who wont ask for directions 

Theres no place hes gotta go 

The wondering eyes all try to pry 

But the case has long been closed 

Are those tattoos from the jailhouse? 

Or somewhere down the road? 

Sweet Dianas Pocket Palace 

Thats where the money changes hands 

Eight balls, dime bags, bootleg bourbon 

Then its back to hear the band 

Turf wars, even scores, 

Gunshots, local cops- 

Whos the murdered man? 

Everyone knew Billy at the station 

Guilt by reputation- 

He was always first in line 

You tell the same old story time after time 

Pretty soon you believe your own lies 

The catfish are splashin 

And the tree frogs are answering 

Like a bunch of old souls 

Billys still stewing about having to prove 

That he never left home 

I sit and wonder 

If the wind across the water 

Could be any more cold 

Everything in this town comes back around But it never gets old