Tin Town - Seals & Crofts

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 camptown 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.