Richard Thompson - Boomtown lyrics

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 sh** 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 d**h 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