Sugartown - Camper Van Beethoven

We come from Sugartown

At the river’s mouth

Nestled in soft green hills

A factory town

It comes from cross the sea

Raw sugarcane

It comes in railroad cars

We make it pure

Don’t you show your face in Sugartown

We don’t need your kind around

If you think you’re better than we are

You can leave at any time

Stay up upon the bridge at Sugartown

Mind your business don’t come down

If you show your face in sugar town

You know what happened last time round

We came to Sugartown from the old country

We came from Portugal to fish the sea

The sea is empty now, it’s all we have

So we sell sugar cane, God is our judge

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