Darrell Scott - East Of Gary lyrics
[Darrell Scott - East Of Gary lyrics]
I grew up on the Indiana side of Chicago
With the rusty steel mills belching
In the westward wind
I watched Mom and Dad trying
To clean their sorrow
With my brothers and me at old Lake Michigan
There's a little boy he's got big brown eyes
He's got swimming trunks 'bout twice his size
Looking at a steel mill sunset
Skipping a stone
"hey ain't you a little young
To feel so alone?"
Well they changed the name of my hometown
When we moved away now it's more than words
That I don't recognize
That kid down at the filling station
Tried to keep my change from a twenty
I could see that cold assurance in his eyes
Hey you need ten dollars for the rainy day?
Save and go to college or just get away
Or you could spend that money
On a two day stone
Oh, there are worse things in
This world than being alone
Let me tell you now
So, if you're driving from Chicago
East of Gary
And you find a fallen town that has two names
There'll be no one to possibly remember
A little lonesome brown eyed boy
Who went by James
Oh the mill's shut down
But the air's still sour
You get a hotel room
You gotta pay by the hour
Oh the good old days are just good and gone
Like autumn leaves on a burning lawn
I grew up on the Indiana side of Chicago
With the rusty steel mills belching
In the westward wind
With the rusty steel mills belching
In the westward wind
I watched Mom and Dad trying
To clean their sorrow
With my brothers and me at old Lake Michigan
There's a little boy he's got big brown eyes
He's got swimming trunks 'bout twice his size
Looking at a steel mill sunset
Skipping a stone
"hey ain't you a little young
To feel so alone?"
Well they changed the name of my hometown
When we moved away now it's more than words
That I don't recognize
That kid down at the filling station
Tried to keep my change from a twenty
I could see that cold assurance in his eyes
Hey you need ten dollars for the rainy day?
Save and go to college or just get away
Or you could spend that money
On a two day stone
Oh, there are worse things in
This world than being alone
Let me tell you now
So, if you're driving from Chicago
East of Gary
And you find a fallen town that has two names
There'll be no one to possibly remember
A little lonesome brown eyed boy
Who went by James
Oh the mill's shut down
But the air's still sour
You get a hotel room
You gotta pay by the hour
Oh the good old days are just good and gone
Like autumn leaves on a burning lawn
I grew up on the Indiana side of Chicago
With the rusty steel mills belching
In the westward wind