WITNESS PROTECTION COUNTY BLUES by Tom Lyford
From the south and the west, they head northeast
born-again zombies, officially ‘deceased’
they come from Nowhere, just any old place
their backtracks, vanished – they’ve left no trace
followin’ the drinkin’ gourd’s cold north star
raisin’ your hackles like an old film noir
raisin’ your hackles like an old film noir
Got a fresh driver’s license, an accent urbane
they land up here in the backwoods of Maine
lookin’ like lost ones just been found
nervous shifty eyes just a-glancin’ all around
got a mortgage on a house sittin’ just up the hill
got a job makin’ fabric up at Guilford Woolen Mill
got a job makin’ fabric up at Guilford Woolen Mill
Buy their frozen pizzas at the local Shop ‘n Save
their kids go to school and they never misbehave
they never go to church and they never join a club
and never hang out at the local grille & pub…
man seems content with his nondescript life
woman kinda acts like a Stepford wife
yeah the woman kinda acts like a Stepford wife
Ask him his name and he’ll smile real polite
but he’s radiatin’ nervousness—he’s real uptight
and you know he’ll be a ‘Jones’ or a ‘Johnson’ or a ‘Smith’
he’s just lip-synchin’ recent memorized myth
and his first name’s ‘Tom,’ ‘Dick,’ or ‘Harry,’ ‘Ed,’ or ‘John’
not a name to call attention, just a name to make you yawn
not a name to call attention, just a name to make you yawn
You wonder what they’re doin’ here and what they did
are they some sorta modern-day Billy the Kid?
were they some kinda Godfather once in the news
makin’ too many offers that you couldn’t just refuse?
did they ever run guns for the CIA?
did they turn state’s evidence in court to get away?
did they turn state’s evidence in court to get away?
From the south and the west, they head northeast
born-again ‘zombies,’ officially ‘deceased’
they come from Nowhere, just any old place
their backtracks, vanished – they’ve left no trace
followin’ the drinkin’ gourd’s cold North Star
they arrive in droves—beneath the radar
got a whole new life and a new used car…
From the south and the west, they head northeast
born-again zombies, officially ‘deceased’
they come from Nowhere, just any old place
their backtracks, vanished – they’ve left no trace
followin’ the drinkin’ gourd’s cold north star
raisin’ your hackles like an old film noir
raisin’ your hackles like an old film noir
Got a fresh driver’s license, an accent urbane
they land up here in the backwoods of Maine
lookin’ like lost ones just been found
nervous shifty eyes just a-glancin’ all around
got a mortgage on a house sittin’ just up the hill
got a job makin’ fabric up at Guilford Woolen Mill
got a job makin’ fabric up at Guilford Woolen Mill
Buy their frozen pizzas at the local Shop ‘n Save
their kids go to school and they never misbehave
they never go to church and they never join a club
and never hang out at the local grille & pub…
man seems content with his nondescript life
woman kinda acts like a Stepford wife
yeah the woman kinda acts like a Stepford wife
Ask him his name and he’ll smile real polite
but he’s radiatin’ nervousness—he’s real uptight
and you know he’ll be a ‘Jones’ or a ‘Johnson’ or a ‘Smith’
he’s just lip-synchin’ recent memorized myth
and his first name’s ‘Tom,’ ‘Dick,’ or ‘Harry,’ ‘Ed,’ or ‘John’
not a name to call attention, just a name to make you yawn
not a name to call attention, just a name to make you yawn
You wonder what they’re doin’ here and what they did
are they some sorta modern-day Billy the Kid?
were they some kinda Godfather once in the news
makin’ too many offers that you couldn’t just refuse?
did they ever run guns for the CIA?
did they turn state’s evidence in court to get away?
did they turn state’s evidence in court to get away?
From the south and the west, they head northeast
born-again ‘zombies,’ officially ‘deceased’
they come from Nowhere, just any old place
their backtracks, vanished – they’ve left no trace
followin’ the drinkin’ gourd’s cold North Star
they arrive in droves—beneath the radar
got a whole new life and a new used car…
