In My Town Ry Cooder

[Part 1]
Up here on the hill it's starting to rain
The sun's disappearing through my windowpane
And everything's still in my room

Then a trolley goes by with its clattering sound
Like a clock on the wall when the rain coming down
And somebody's chattering way down the hall from my room

From my room, I see old town
Crook town, wop town, and spic town
Black town, shack town, and hick town, from my room

Looking down through the rain, I think the future's going my way
And there's a freeway coming soon right through this dirty old room
Can't you see a 50-story building where a palm tree used to be?

[Part 2]
Now I like a town that's flat, I like a street that's tame
You take out the trash, they all do the same
But get right back inside and remain until notified
In my town

I want a town that's clean and I want a rule that's maintained
If you're brown, back down, if you're black, get back
Better white than right, better dead than red
Better keep it contained in my town