There is a place
known as Harvey Town,
where shit looks bad
and places are run down.
It’s an experience
more than a place,
I’ll try to explain it
and not lose my pace.
It’s a logging road
all covered with mud,
a cow standing knee deep
chewing her cud.
It’s siding on the house
that’s tar paper black
once you go there
you won’t want to go back.
Most of the residence
live off welfare,
kids don’t have nice clothes
or shoes to wear.
But, bet your ass,
those folks got gas
to get in their cars
and drive for hash.
They’ve got their smokes
and Allen’s Coffee brandy
and they look for hand-outs
from people who are handy.
A big old dog
tied to the oil tank,
with shit everywhere
makes the place smell rank.
Thirteen gallons delivered
of the fuel
just what the state pays
that’s the rule.
The woman’s home alone
with three young ones,
different daddy for all
and he’s busy
making new buns
Harvey Town
is Jerk-Water U.S.A,
you’ll find one near you
if you look today.
It’s those who think
the world owes them something,
while they don’t want to work,
they’d rather do nothing.