Pigtown Blues - Clutch

Down went from Pigtown, wrecks in the yard

Scream out the song just finish the job

Telephone poles slowly weep in the pitch

The butcher’s brow sweat runs back down the ditch

A great place to visit, a better place to leave

False poison sumac, lies on the heave

Weather veins beat over the motoring of shutters

The Pigtown blues run deep down the gutters

The skies are heavy Abram

Block after block after block

All across the marsh trees, harshly accused

Pointing black fingers most broke with abuse

High-tension wires, blush in the breeze

Men have their conscience, while dogs have their fleas

Cyclops winks as he sinks to the soil

Labor in vain, labor in toil

The residents succumb to the shadows and sticks

The Pigtown blues run right through the bricks

The skies are heavy Abram

Block after block after block

The skies are heavy Abram

Block after block after block

The skies are heavy Abram

Block after block after block

The skies are heavy Abram

Block after block after block