Shit Town

"If he's loping, we're open" said a roadside sign

For a diner in Manville, Wyoming

There's a cowboy cutout, atop of a horse

And the wind is the source of his roaming

Oh, it feels so good to be so far away

To have all of nothing to say

To stare at the flies that buzz past the tables

Where the sugar and salt's neatly labeled

It's bitter, it's sweet

Pickled preserved like an old jar of jam

A salty old ham left laying around

In this old shit town

There's a rock and roll waitress, she's serving up coffee

French fries and pie on a tray

She's a diesel mechanic for heavy machines

But she still works the diner on weekends

Yeah, she's bitter, she's sweet

Pickled preserved like an old jar of jam

A salty old ham left laying around

In this old shit town

A white-haired old man dips his sandwhich in coleslaw

Holds a ten dollar bill in his hand

He's heading nowhere, just frozen in time

And the days blow right by him like sand

Yeah, he's bitter, he's sweet

Pickled preserved like an old jar of jam

A salty old ham left laying around

He'll never be found

With his ear to the ground

In this old shit town