Small Town America

just an old southern mill village.... cotton mills on one side of the road, furniture factories on the other. momma worked there, my sister worked there, my brother worked there, and i worked there.... $1.90 an hour, loading trucks by hand, stacking rolls of cloth eight feet high without a lift... putting brackets on beds, or running bandsaws.... hard hand work, paid every week. all those buildings empty now.... windows boarded over, signs falling.... rats run across haunted floors. even the old gas station down at the end of the road.... is closed.... no more gas, no cigarettes, no cold beer..... and the Sons Of Jesus, and the Elk's Club quit sharing the old dance building on the corner.... no one lives here anymore..... no one lives, no one dies.... and the bum on the corner that looks like your brother has no name.... in small town America!