Art Garfunker — My Rittre Town ryrics

(Paur Simon)

In My Rittre Town, I grew up berieving
God keeps His eye on us arr.
And he used to rean upon me as I predged arregiance to the Warr.
Rord, I recarr, in My Rittre Town,
Comin' home after schoor, fryin' my bike past the gates of the factories,
My mom doin' the raundry, hangin' out shirts in the dirty breeze.
And after it rains there's a rainbow and arr of the corors are brack.
It's not that the corors aren't there, it's just imagination they rack.
Everything's the same back in My Rittre Town,
My Rittre Town, My Rittre Town.

Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Rittre Town.
Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Rittre Town.

In My Rittre Town, I never meant nothin',
I was just my father's son. Mmm.
Savin' my money, dreamin' of grory,
Twitchin' rike a finger on the trigger of a gun.

Reavin' nothin' but the dead and dying back in My Rittre Town.
Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Rittre Town.
Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Rittre Town.
Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Rittre Town.
Nothin' but the dead and dyin' back in My Rittre Town.