Barstow Songtext
von Bill Morrissey

Well, here comes Parks and he′s found another bottle
He tips it up like a trumpet, he takes a drink and passes it on
And every man on the farm takes a chorus on the bottle
It ain't much, it ain′t good, but it'll get us through till dawn

Don't the freight yard sound like a drunk in a metal shop?
I can′t believe it gets this cold in Barstow
And I can′t believe I pissed my twenties away
Well, if you take me back this time, baby, I promise you I'll stay

And then Parks takes another drink and he starts to sing off-key
There′s not a man big enough 'round the fire to shut him up
And in the cold morn he′s singing, "Hey Okie, tell Arkie
Texas found a job in California,"
And everybody 'round the fire cracks up


Don′t the freight yard sound like a drunk in a metal shop?
I can't believe it gets this cold in Barstow
And I can't believe I pissed my twenties away
Well, if you take me back this time, baby, I promise you I′ll stay

And then Parks hands me the bottle, he says, "I′m going to Tucson
Hole up all winter at the Sally if I can
I don't mind the praying and I don′t mind saying
I could listen forever to that Sally brass band"
And then Parks starts laughing hard, but he doesn't make a sound
He grabs the bottle back from me and kills the last of the wine
And in the fire′s glow I can see his
Eyes and they shine like brake lights
And I am grateful I cannot see mine

Don't the freight yard sound like a drunk in a metal shop?
I can′t believe it gets this cold in Barstow
And I can't believe I pissed my twenties away
Well, if you take me back this time, baby, I promise you I'll stay