Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Welcome to Acousticville, artist - Janis Ian. Date of issue: 31.08.1997
Song language: English
Welcome to Acousticville |
| It was a long, long road |
| It was a big deep hole |
| And then the axle broke |
| I barely had time to work up a sweat |
| When my poor Corvette went up in smoke |
| I was glued to the seat, I was dying of the heat |
| Then the water jug spilled |
| Right onto the desert sand |
| I got down on my hands and knees |
| And said «Do what you will» |
| There was a voice from the dunes |
| In the noonday sun |
| She handed me a pamphlet |
| Said «Make sure you read it» |
| And started back the way she had come |
| It said — welcome to Acousticville |
| Welcome to the place where time stands still |
| You can drink your blues neat or on ice |
| You can pay your dues any way you like |
| Welcome to Acousticville |
| It was a big mirage |
| Or maybe her garage |
| Just looked like a Motel Six |
| She checked me in over there |
| Wearing nothing but her hair |
| And a couple of candlesticks |
| She had long, long teeth |
| It was a huge relief that my door had a chain |
| It was an ordinary bed |
| It had a sign that said «You can steal this stain» |
| Not an outlet in sight, not a lamp, not a light |
| And it was coming on night |
| I was sleeping on the floor |
| When she slithered through the door |
| And whispered «Baby did you lose your appetite» |
| She said — welcome to Acousticville |
| Welcome to the place where time stands still |
| Ain’t no bass, ain’t no drums |
| Ain’t no waste, just two opposable thumbs |
| Welcome to Acousticville |
| Gary Davis, Sippie Wallace, Furry Lewis |
| Muddy Waters they were laying by the pool |
| Robert Johnson, Libba Cotton, Willie Dixon |
| Charlie Christian and his children, too |
| In between the lotion and chlorine |
| Jimi Hendrix played a Martin D-18 |
| And we all joined in as he began to scream |
| «Welcome to Acousticville» |
| I had a real good time |
| Good food, good wine |
| I got my appetite back |
| But whenever I told her I wanted to leave |
| She’d get so mean |
| She’d peel the paint off a Cadillac |
| «Wait a minute!"I said |
| «I don’t recall being dead |
| «Though I am white as a ghost» |
| She looked me right in the eye |
| Said «You think you’re alive |
| «But baby, God only knows» |
| And that’s the thing I love about the blues |
| You can’t predict who it is gonna choose |
| But it’s an honor that you really can’t refuse |
| Welcome to Acousticville |
| Welcome to Acousticville |
| Welcome to Acousticville… |