Weeds blow tall on a broken train track. Ruth b. draws we're fixin' to get high. Maybe we'll hit the bluffs. And find ourselves the same old rum. But everybody says this place is beautiful. And you'd be so crazy to say goodbye. But everything's the same this town is pitiful. And I'll be gettin' out as soon as I can fly. Life goes by on a talihina sky. The hopped up boys are lookin' for their trouble. The knocked up girls well they've all got their share. Ruth seems out of her mind. Swears she won't give in this time