Change - Sam Baker

There was a dry goods store

A flower shop

A barber with no nose

One alcoholic cop

A beauty parlor

Where they sit in chrome chairs

Smells like they burned some poor ladies hair

There were toys in the window

5 and dime

Little girl staring

Little boys whine

Half the toys in the window of the 5 and Dime

Things change

They change a lot

Things change

They grow cold they grow hot

And if looking back that’s all you got

It don’t matter anyway

Those same little girls go to work in those stores

Those same little boys they went away to wars

And when they came home

All the jobs gone away

Back to the places where they fought so far away

Things change, they change a lot

Things change

They grow cold, they grow hot

And looking back if that’s all you got

It don’t matter anyway

There was a dry goods store

A flower shop

A barber with no nose

There was one drunk cop

A beauty parlor

Where they sit in chrome chairs

Theyd hide beneath the dryers

They just sit there

They stare

Things change

They change a lot

Things change

They grow cold they grow hot

And if looking back that’s all you got

They don’t matter anyway

And if looking back that’s all you got