Franklinville

The Crow was putting them down in Kelly's place

With a face that looked like a loaded gun

He turned to me and said: “I would be a fool if I told you there weren't times I wanted to run,

But I got kids to feed and children who need clothes

With shoes that need new soles

And I got a rusted Ford and wife who snores and a lot of prayers into the Lord

So behind closed doors I pray

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If I could make it out of Franklinville

You know I will never be back again

There ain't nowhere to go on State Road 46

Out here in the sticks of New York State

And the big snowstorms will cut you down for weeks

Oh and no one speaks watching TV over the bar

Showing the trucks backed up in Buffalo

And the dirty snow piling on the ground

The icy winds blowing off Lake Ontario

Are all you need to know to keep you hunkered down

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Here in Franklinville

Where you know it will all be back again

You see, Me and the Crow we was born here and we're gonna die here

That's the way it goes

And we lost a little heart when the tool plant closed and we loose a little more

Every time it snows

So late at night we drive to the interstate

And shine those headlights on the road

Pull one from the bottle we stole from Kelly's place

And raise a glass to the nowhere to go

And I sing

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