Summer nights ain’t cool like I remember
Seems we’re sliding South these days
If we slip into the ocean
Least we’ll cool off anyways
Since the Big trucks come up from the City
Feel the ground shaken night and day
Governor said, Ain’t no connection
You know someone’s getting paid
Faulkner County’s gone to Hell Ma
Ain’t no living here these days
Sure there’s jobs but I remember
How sweet that water used to taste
The ghost of Howard’s in the Hollow
Moaning Redemption songs and prayers
And with the memory of the people buried here
I feel his presence growing near
Faulkner County’s gone to Hell Ma
Ain’t no living here these days
Sure there’s jobs but I remember
How sweet that water used to taste
A host of troubles come to Conway
Poison bubbling from the ground
A different silence from this country
Came with the prosperity we found
Faulkner County’s gone to Hell Ma
Ain’t no living here these days
Sure there’s jobs but I remember
How sweet that water used to taste
On Six Strings & A Story:
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