Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
Vocals
Arlan Schierbaum
Arlan Schierbaum
Keyboards
Doug Henthorn
Doug Henthorn
Background Vocals
Doug Lancio
Doug Lancio
Electric Guitar
Kenneth Blevins
Kenneth Blevins
Drums
Patrick O'Hearn
Patrick O'Hearn
Bass Guitar
Russ Pahl
Russ Pahl
Pedal Steel Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
John Hiatt
John Hiatt
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Kevin Shirley
Kevin Shirley
Producer

Lyrics

They killed my brother in a poker game Damn this town, I'm leaving Daddy stayed drunk and he died insane Damn this town, I'm leaving Mama had to work, daddy raised the kids Damn this town, I'm leaving I ain't gonna tell you what her youngest boy did Damn this town, I'm leaving Damn this town, I mean it this time Damn this town, I made up my mind Damn this town, damn this town I got a sister who's a thief and she's filled with hate Now she's got a job working for the state Another brother just got out of the Florida Pen Wears a bracelet on his ankle, so they know where he's been Damn this town, I mean it this time Damn this town, I made up my mind Damn this town, damn this town A couple of sisters made it out all right A brother in the army fighting for his life There must be some kind of reckoning A righteous judgment for all these things Damn this town, I mean it this time Damn this town, I made up my mind Damn this town, damn this town That's all I'm gonna say about my family Damn this town, I'm leaving But maybe you'd like to know, a little about me Damn this town, I'm leaving I'm 58 years old, still live at home like a kid Damn this town, I'm leaving Now I can't help my momma tell you, what her youngest boy did Damn this town, I'm leaving
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