Joe Bonamassa, John Hiatt - Down Around My Place

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