Decatur -

An open sign, a closed blind

Neon flashing «Miller Time»

It looks like Sally’s here

I can tell by the car

An '87 Chevy with two spare tires

The front bumper’s missing from a strong backfire

On the back a sticker

For a cause she forgot about

Time here matches the flow

Of the Tennessee River running right through her soul

Oh Decatur, you gotta save her, you gotta show her there’s more

To life than Christ and a 4X4

Through the smoke in the bar

She couldn’t tell I was there

She was too busy drinking, playing Solitaire

The glow from screen wasn’t kind to the lines on her face

You should have seen her back in '85

She was the Queen of the County, kept me up at night

But promise turns to ash in an urn

When you stay where the battle flag’s flying high

Time here matches the flow

Of the Tennessee River running right through her soul

Oh Decatur, you gotta save her, you gotta show her there’s more

To life than Christ and a 4X4

With some courage from a can

I thought it’d be wise

I tapped her on the shoulder, told Sally, «Hi»

Then it occurred to me hello is just a coward’s goodbye

Well she gave me a smile, we relived some times

When her brother was clean and gas a few dimes

She gave me a kiss, I tipped my hat

We were both born here, nothing more than that

Time here matches the flow

Of the Tennessee River running right through her soul

Oh Decatur, you gotta save her, you gotta show her there’s more

To life than Christ and a 4X4

There’s more to life

Than Christ and a 4X4