My grandfather drove a DeSoto
With an eagle perched above its motor
And its eyes turned from green to amber to red
But only when your right foot turns to lead

Sumner dealt the cards and Rolls Royces
Mister Tracy lived a life devoid of aces
So he flagged a ride downtown and bartered for a gun
First National was emptied in the mid-day summer sun

Do you ever find it strange to be back in your hometown?
Pictures rearranged, bittersweet and incomplete
In this late autumn age, tell me how it all went down
Thoughts unfold on gravel roads, lives flash by at ten over

Marston made his way to the station
Drunken courage armed with a taste for vengeance
The brothers King lived by the book they wrote
With the help of wild friends they stayed afloat

Do you ever find it strange to be back in your hometown?
Pictures rearranged, bittersweet and incomplete
In this late autumn age, tell me how it all went down
Thoughts unfold on gravel roads, lives flash by at ten over