Liqour store, liqour store
One on every corner,
Checks cashed any
time NO I.D.
Liqour store, liqour store,
Malt Liqour cigarettes
Lottery

The car is running and
kicking out fumes,
You've disappeared inside
to buy the daily qouta,
I'm fending for myself
to a popular tune,
Digging in the ashtray,
Hoping for a quarter

Mile on mile of trans-
ient hotels, unattended
children with nowhere
to play, anger rips
down pine street
in the form of a
black chevelle,
but the baptists
keep singin' away

One lone palm tree
is rising up above
It's glamour and dignity
are so out of place
an ancient pick up
truck is looking
for a shove, the
congregation sings
amazing grace