Simon & Garfunkel - My Little Town

In my little town, I grew up believing
God keeps his eye on us all
And he used to lean upon me as I pledged allegiance to the wall
Lord, I recall, in my little town,
Coming home after school, flying my bike past the gates of the factories,
My mom doing the laundry, hanging out shirts in the dirty breeze
And after it rains there's a rainbow and all of the colors are black
It's not that the colors aren't there, it's just imagination they lack
Everything's the same back in my little town,
My little town, my little town

Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town

In my little town, I never meant nothing,
I was just my father's son
Saving my money, dreaming of glory,
Twitching like a finger on the trigger of a gun

Leaving nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying back in my little town