Plaster Saint Stones

In the valley of a river town is home sweet home With the fishes and the trees and the moss on stones Ain't no special thought to think on Lowdown lonesome meet dead and gone Had a few friends named Judas Gave my heart these bumps and bruises Listen to the whistle of the passing train Whizzing on by just mockin' my pain Well now I'm feeling dismal and it just won't budge I tried out religion and numerous drugs The bugs and the critters don't never get bitter Cause they don't get rich and they don't use twitter My mind don't practice what my mouth is preachin' It's a smoke show that there ain't no reachin' I'm quite sure I ain't sure of much Right on the line of a cure and a crutch When my heads a hurricane of thinking debris And the jigsaw puzzles made of pieces of me In the valley of a river town is home sweet home Where the folks don't cast no plaster saint stones I don't wanna have to see the ship go down But someone set the sails like a goddamn clown Walking talking contradictions everywhere Puppet politicians they never do care In the valley of a river town is home sweet home With the fishes and the trees and the moss on stones Ain't no special thought to think on Lowdown lonesome me #singersongwriter #folk #originalsong When my head's a hurricane of thinking debris And the jigsaw puzzles made of pieces of me In the valley of a river town is home sweet home Where the folks don't cast no plaster saint stones