Rob Klajda - River Town lyrics

They say Billy used to be a wise man But his temper was quicker than his wit He couldnt keep his mouth shut Hed always let the punch line slip The prosecutors worked overtime Trying to make the charges stick Lucky for him, The hands of justice round these parts Aint very swift No escape in a river town Stuck on one side or the other When the bridges come down There aint no meeting in the middle Unless you want to drown Something always smells funny In a river town. Just another tired man At the end of the bar Broken like a horse at the rodeo Hes the kind who wont ask for directions Theres no place hes gotta go The wondering eyes all try to pry But the case has long been closed Are those tattoos from the jailhouse? Or somewhere down the road? Sweet Dianas Pocket Palace Thats where the money changes hands Eight balls, dime bags, bootleg bourbon Then its back to hear the band Turf wars, even scores, Gunshots, local cops- Whos the murdered man? Everyone knew Billy at the station Guilt by reputation- He was always first in line You tell the same old story time after time Pretty soon you believe your own lies The catfish are splashin And the tree frogs are answering Like a bunch of old souls Billys still stewing about having to prove That he never left home I sit and wonder If the wind across the water Could be any more cold Everything in this town comes back around But it never gets old