Been over two scores plus ten Since the last wedding gown No fortune and no fame Was ever born of this town No glorious tales of moving out west The weeds and the wild seeds Are the only crops left Never a tear shed And not a soul to remember Been over two scores plus ten Since the last child was born The fabric here is frayed Moth-eaten and torn Railroad ties and tracks overgrown Truck stops and motels with vacancy shown Never a tear shed And not a soul to remember Neither church bells or town halls Ring with a-calling Never the echo of loving or brawling Never a tear shed And not a soul to remember Been over two scores plus ten Since the lake’s been waded Rotted woods, fallen windows And pictures past faded Silent streets that were once Horse-carriage ridden, walked bicycled Cross roads all dead ended Never a tear shed And not a soul to remember