This Old Town - Tom Petty

Living free is gaining on me

Can’t keep ahead of my dreams

My relief turned out a thief

Smooth as rocks in the stream

This old town is a sad affair

You be glad you’re not there

It ties your hands, it spikes your drink

I’d say more, but I can’t think

Lazy Jim took a bottle with him

Tried to flag down a train

Left a note, couldn’t read what he wrote

A light came on in my brain

This old town is a sad affair

You be glad you’re not there

It ties your hands, it spikes your drink

I’d say more, but I can’t think

The hills are gold

Mornings are cold

Don’t know a soul on the street

I keep to myself like everyone else

Nobody says much to me

Go to bed, fight thoughts in my head

In the time between wake and sleep

Rats to kill, contracts to fill

It’s on ice, but it won’t keep

This old town is a sad affair

You be glad you’re not there

It ties your hands, it spikes your drink

I’d say more, but I can’t think

This old town is a sad affair

You be glad you’re not there

It ties your hands, it spikes your drink

I’d say more, but I can’t think