Interpret:

John Hiatt

Album:

Dirty Jeans And Mudslide Hymns

The radio is busted down around my place
Every tool is rusted down around my place
The creeks and rivers dried up down around my place
My woman's tears are cried up down around my place
And before there came a flood
Some lost all even blood
Now the sun and wind have come and left no trace
Down around my place, down around my place
These hunting grounds were hallowed down around my place
Exhausted fields lay fallow down around my place
Kingdoms come and crumbled down around my place
My prayers are merely mumbled down around my place
And I put my faith in you, did you make that error, too?
Bound to fail, that he might show his grace
Down around my place, down around my place, down around my place
Said you wouldn't believe what a paradise this was
Till every Adam and Eve, Tom, Dick and Harry
Started fighting for what he loved
So we fortified the ramparts, and we built the mighty towers
But it was plain to see we never were free
From the tyranny of the hour
Family graves keep winking down around my place
At every thought I'm thinking down around my place
While the young ones crowd the table, down around my place
They're bitching about no cable, down around my place
And my grandpa says don't worry,
It's always the last one in who's in a hurry
To try and slam the door in the next one's face
Down around my place, down around my place