Pigtown Blues

Down went from Pigtown, wrecks in the yard Scream out the song just finish the job Telephone poles slowly weep in the pitch The butcher's brow sweat runs back down the ditch A great place to visit, a better place to leave False poison sumac, lies on the heave Weather veins beat over the motoring of shutters The Pigtown blues run deep down the gutters The skies are heavy Abram Block after block after block All across the marsh trees, harshly accused Pointing black fingers most broke with abuse High-tension wires, blush in the breeze Men have their conscience, while dogs have their fleas Cyclops winks as he sinks to the soil Labor in vain, labor in toil The residents succumb to the shadows and sticks The Pigtown blues run right through the bricks The skies are heavy Abram Block after block after block The skies are heavy Abram Block after block after block The skies are heavy Abram Block after block after block The skies are heavy Abram Block after block after block

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 26, 2026

Every last blind pulled when I walk down the street The only sound I hear is my tired heartbeat Sometimes I feel just like a motherless child This place once had a name The people once had faces In every town I find it's the same sad situation Sometimes I feel just like a countryless man My father tried to break me, my mother she tried to raise The county correct me from my wild ways I once saw figures about a mile off So I waited in the woods until they were gone Sometimes I feel just like a wandering dog My father tried to break me, my mother she tried to raise The county correct me from my wild ways

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Feb 26, 2026