I Love This Town Nanci Griffith

(with Jimmy Buffett)

I love this town… like an unmade bed
I love this town… of the living dead
I love this town… gonna paint it red
If I can spare a minute

I love this town… where curtains twitch
Where this door scratches… next door's itch
It's a pantomime… at fever pitch
And we can all be in it

People here are large as life
They know the whole world and his wife
From a razor's edge to a kitchen knife
They'll be glad to help you

I love this town… of hidden charms
Where no one means… you any harm
And if you sleep… through false alarms
No one here would blame you

I love this town… on the beaten track
Where nothing slips… between the cracks
Her rent's arrears… his heart attack
Now isn't that a shame, ooh!