Terrible Thing

The parking lot is rammed with shotgun pickup trucks

At the Jones Rubber plant, where all the guys end up

Beer-drinking boy scouts, living life like they ain't stuck

On these quicksand streets with their girls in a sling

I'm in my bedroom, on the verge of a terrible thing

Around here, we all take up our cross and hang on His holy name

But the cards that I was dealt will get you thrown out of the game

Hey, momma, can't you see your boy is wrapped up in the strangle silk

Of this cobweb town, where culture is king?

I'm in my bedroom, on the verge of a terrible thing

I close my eyes and think of the water

Out at the Salt Creek, when I was young

Down at Old Mill Park, half the town's in tow

To crown the Bathing Beauty of the rodeo

While her mother fights back proud tears, a young cowboy gives the nod

The chute opens, bull draws blood, and the gift is accepted by God

The chute opens, bull draws blood, and the gift is accepted by God

In this barbed wire town of barbed wire dreams

I'm in my bedroom, on the verge of a terrible thing

I close my eyes and think of the water

Out at the Salt Creek, when I was young

I close my eyes and think of the water

Out at the Salt Creek, when I was young