Weeds blow tall on a broken train track
Ruth B. draws we're fixin' to get high
Maybe we'll hit the bluffs and find ourselves the same old rumBut everybody says this place is beautiful
And you'd be so crazy to say goodbye
But everything's the same this town is pitiful
And I'll be gettin' out as soon as I can flyLife goes by on a Talihina skyThe hopped up boys are lookin' for their trouble
The knocked up girls, well they've all got their share
Ruth seems out of her mind, swears she won't give in this time
