Tin Town

From the albums DOWN HOME (1970) and SEALS AND CROFTS I AND II (1974).
 Have you been down to Tin Town, where dreams in cans once were drowned.
 A snag somewhere in someone's life caught him there, pulled him to strife.
 A bottle here, and there are left. Many broken, the air is deaf.
 With non-understanding vows, remember tears upon their brows.
 In Tin Town, has-been town. Tin Town, has-been town.
 A tiny flag upon a mast, where camptown children played in past.
 A river winding through the trees. Banks eroded, extreme degrees.
 Once a place to be baptized, when pentecostal need arise.
 A shank or two with rotted plank. A fish or two, their eyes are blank.
 In Tin Town, has-been town. Tin Town, has-been town.
 Well I been down to Tin Town, where once a boy I did fall down.
 And cut my arm on piled up junk. I wrapped it up and I hailed a drunk.
 He carried me three miles to home, where daddy said I was cut to the bone.
 The doctor washed his hands and said, "Five more minutes, the boy'd been dead."
 Down where people lose their heads.
 In Tin Town, has-been town. Tin Town, has-been town. I know you well.
 Well I live here in Tin Town. Not many people come around.
 When when they do I smile at them. And say, "Hello, it's a mighty hot day.
 Can you spare a man a dime? I got thirty cents and I can buy some wine.
 I'm livin' in my childhood schemes. Please, mister, you can make my dreams (you can make my dreams!)."
 In Tin Town, has-been town. Tin Town, has-been town.
 It's my home. It's my home. It's my home. It's my home.