Donkey Town
I’ve been around in Donkeytowntoo long baby too longChecking out of DonkeytownSo long, so long, so long
Her pretty eyes are pretty stillBut Jim’s got a kind of a squint YeahI dug up my last check from out of the mineNow I feel like I’ve done my stintJim got an army pensionWhen he walked from the military courtNo body ever mentionedThe medical report
She does little things for meShe likes to get the both of us high. YeahShe says I’m a tender-hearted manPrince charming,yeah, sure, I’m the guyHe likes the wrecker's dogs on chainsand the smoke from the company firesdiesel oil in the trucks and cranesAnd the smell of burning tires
But I’ve been around in DonkeytownToo long, baby ,too longChecking out of DonkeytownSo long, so long, so long
There’s a purple heart in a silver tinand a grey .45 in a drawer. YeahMost of the time you can drink with himbut some other time he’s just soreOn days when she says she can’t think straightOr she feels like she’s getting the jumpsShe’ll go shoot off her .38At cans on a Donkeytown dump
It was Friday late and she crossed those legsShe told me flat out she would. YeahIf I could pull up my trailer pegsWe could get away together for goodI sure wish her the best of luckShe’s going to need it thinking of JimI don’t like to leave her stuckBut she’s near as bad as him
But I’ve been around in Donkeytowntoo long baby too longChecking out of DonkeytownSo long, so long, so longChecking out of DonkeytownSo long, so long, so long