Down Around My Place - Joe Bonamassa, John Hiatt

The radio is busted, down around my place

Every tool is rusted, down around my place

Creeks and rivers dried up, down around my place

My woman’s tears are cried up, down around my place

And before there came a flood

Some lost all, even blood

Now the sun and wind have come and left no trace

Down around my place

Down around my place

These hunting grounds were hallowed, down around my place

Exhausted fields lay fallow, down around my place

Kingdoms come and crumble, down around my place

My prayers are merely mumbles, down around my place

And I put my faith in you

Did you make that error too?

Bound to fail that he might show his grace

Down around my place

Down around my place

Down around my place

They said you wouldn’t believe

What a paradise this was

'Til every Adam and Eve, Tom, Dick and Harry

Started fighting for what he loved

So, we fortified the ramparts

And we built the mighty towers

But it was plain to see, we never were free

From the tyranny of the hour

The family graves keep winkin', down around my place

At every thought I’m thinkin', down around my place

While the young ones crowd the table, down around my place

Bitchin' about no cable, down around my place

And my grandpa says, «Don't worry

It’s always the last one in who’s in a hurry

To try and slam the door in the next one’s face»

Down around my place

Down around my place

Down around my place

Down around my place

Down around my place