The parking lot is rammed

With shotgun pick-up trucks

At the Joneses Rubber plantWhere all the guys end up

Beer-drinking, boy scouts living life

Like they ain′t stuck

On these quicksand streets with their girls in a sling

I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing

′Round here, we all take up our cross

And hang on His Holy name

But the cards that I was dealt

Will get you thrown out of the game

Hey momma, can't you see your boy

Is wrapped up in the strangle silk

Of this cobweb town where culture is king?

I'm in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing

I close my eyes

And think of the water

Out at the Salt Creek

When I was young

Down at Old Mill Park, half the town′s in tow

To crown the bathing beauty of the rodeo

While her mother fights back proud tears

A young cowboy gives the nod

The chute opens, bull draws blood

And the gift is accepted by God

The chute opens, bull draws blood

And the gift is accepted by God

In this barbed wire town of barbed wire dreams

I′m in my bedroom on the verge of a terrible thing

I close my eyes

And think of the water

Out at the Salt Creek

When I was young

I close my eyes

And think of the water

Out at the Salt Creek

When I was young