Talk of the Town

In a little border town where the Quervo tends to flow

Across the Rio Grande, just north of Mexico

Two minds are wanderin', burnin' like the words to a song

Well he'd kept her around now for six or seven years

And she filled up his heart, and she burned out his ears

Surely he'd end up at the bottom of it all before long

Ain't it fun to be the talk of the town

When every able-bodied man and woman knows what's goin' down

Ain't it quick, when bad news gets around

Well the rumors had been hangin' overhead just like a cloud

And the gossip was as hot as a thunderclap is loud

Little by little, the threads began to come undone

Well he could have turned a blind eye or left it up to fate

Until a witness with a cell phone caught it all on tape

She was lit up by the neon, and wrapped around some cowboy's thumb

Ain't it fun to be the talk of the town

When every able-bodied man and woman knows what's goin' down

Ain't it quick, when bad news gets around

On a sweaty summer night when she thought he was away

He bust into the barroom just as Cash began to play

He was dressed all in black to mourn the love that had died that day

When the firestorm was through, she begged for one more chance

He said "Honey, I've grown old, and I'm tired of the dance"

In his taillights she cried out "why?", and he asked himself the same

Ain't it fun to be the talk of the town

When every able-bodied man and woman knows what's goin' down

Ain't it quick, when bad news gets around