Under Blue, Blue Moonubbm

(vocal Kathy Fleischmann)

Somethin's broken in this tired town, the rain keeps fallin' and the sun stays down, 

the crop is thin, and the lights grow dim under blue, blue moon. 

Main and Maple - there's a single store, just the basics no one needin' more. 

The faded "Welcome" in the window glows under blue, blue moon. 

This old town had its day. This old town fades away beneath a blanket blue and gray. 

Cotton King in all the glory days, the bitter harvest with its toll to pay. 

All left abandoned and then set ablaze under blue, blue moon. 

Gone the Manor, gone the servants too - the land forsaken by the chosen few. 

Those remaining learned that nothing grew under blue, blue moon. 

This old town had its day. This old town fades away beneath a blanket blue and gray. 

Americana with a twist of fate, the rusted hinges on the busted gates, 

two battered pickups on a moonlight date under blue, blue moon. 

Quarter mile from county line, beyond the highway and mobile sign, 

a couple stranded with the ghosts of time, under blue blue moon. 

This old town had its day. This old town fades away, this old town had its day . . .