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Tourist Town

from Tourist Town by John Bowman

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Tourist Town

My name is Joe, come sit down here
I’ll sell you my best souvenirs
A rock that shines like gold, or a T-shirt for five dollars
My grandad used to work the mines
Chasing dreams he’d never find
The dreams I’ve ended up with are much smaller

There’s a treasure of lost gold up in these mountains
And the ghosts of miners past haunt these tunnels underground
There’s a gun fight every afternoon on Main Street
We make things up as we go along in our tacky tourist town

This town was once a happening place
With dance hall girls from out of state
Where miners came to town to spend their money
They drank and partied through the night
Like there wasn’t any end in sight
Pretending not to know what was coming

There’s a treasure of lost gold….

Tourists come and tourists go
In this shadow of a town
They bring the only gold we know
It keeps us hanging on

Gold runs out, just holes in the ground
The fate of every mining town
Some give up the fight, buildings crumble into dust
Now the streets that horses galloped on
Are filled with cars from miles around
And they want some entertainment, not just history and rust

There’s a treasure of lost gold….

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from Tourist Town, released May 27, 2016

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