Sammyville - Denver

When the world falls down

On my town

Just one place left for me

And when all my injuries

Move back in

Just one way I will bend

My body.

That drifter owes me money

Eight years' rent

He better stay where he went

Well, I can’t chase nobody down

Like I did

But I’ll bust him to the ground

Yes, I will.

But all my time is mine

All my money is mine

And I’ll sit down in my chair.

I know every little inch

Of this place

Better than my own wife’s face

So God bless her soul

That she stayed

Winters here are cold

And lonely.