Peltoma Avenue

Remember Jimmy Jones, the roadhouse was his home
At the motel out by the interstate
How he loved to sing, would laugh about everything
Said the Devil was gonna have to wait
Now his hat hangs on the wall, he's finished his last call
In the corner, his empty barstool
Times will change, spirits remain
Down on Peltoma Avenue

We didn't know her name, we all called her Candy Cane
She'd let most anybody have their way
Still a child she lived alone 'cept when her Daddy came home
One day she tried to run away
He found her with her friends and he dragged her home again
Ragged and bruised
The pain in her eye no makeup could hide
On Peltoma Avenue

Young Trash Man Sam, a tunnel rat in Viet Nam
Could make any broken motor run
Hoover, Fridgedaire, TV record player
Anything somebody threw away
Digging in the trash, he makes a little cash
A hero with the scars to prove
Troubled mind, shakey hands
Thanks to Uncle Sam
Down on Peltoma Avenue

The summers come and go, autumn turns to snow
Some are dancing, some singing the blues
Like turquoise or gold,
Like the simple or the bold
Down on Peltoma Avenue