Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Boomtown , by - Richard Thompson. Song from the album Sweet Talker, in the genre Иностранная авторская песняRelease date: 31.12.1991
Record label: Capitol
Song language: English
Boomtown |
| Well I’m a poor boy from Wabash, they call me oil trash |
| I’ve rubber-necked and rousted around |
| And every damn job the boss he says «Hoss |
| It ain’t worth pumping from the ground» |
| So I come here to Boomtown doing just fine |
| Till the shit hits the fan, alright |
| Now I can’t get no pay and I’m wasting away |
| Flushed out and busted in Boomtown tonight |
| My baby she’s mad, she thinks I’m all bad |
| She’d like to see me work myself to death |
| She said «Go out and get yourself another damn job» |
| I said «Honey, just save your breath» |
| Oh that sweet little thing, she threw back my ring |
| I bet she held it up to the light |
| Now the kids are all yakking, my baby she’s packing |
| Flushed out and busted in Boomtown tonight |
| Oh Boomtown is busted, the rigs are all rusted |
| There’s no lights on my Christmas tree |
| Well I tried El Paso and I tried Amarillo |
| But I didn’t find a drop of Texas tea |
| Well they hit us when we’re down, and we can’t get up |
| Though we’re trying with all of our might |
| Now the bottle’s run dry and I’m wondering why |
| Flushed out and busted in Boomtown tonight |
| Yes I’m flushed out and busted in Boomtown tonight |