Half Drunk In Jesus Town

church bells ringing down by the mission walking these streets again down by the old feed store, and the row of empty buildings, listening to the ghosts of the past. the railroad tracks stand silent, that old train dont run anymore. here and there people walking, aint nobody talking, stray dogs and broken bottles, stopped to light one last cigarette. i can still hear my mother calling, can still see my daddy's tired eyes, can still hear the preacher, and them old songs but you cant take me down to the water anymore. old signs falling in the wind take one last draw from the bottle cant bring back what you never had half drunk in Jesus town.