We would drive down a country road
To see if we could find something old
We crossed some tracts and see a house falling down
And wondered if this use to be a small town
There is a truck parked in the old churches lot
As we talked like this might be the perfect spot
A man comes around from a large oak tree
So we ask what was the name of this town might be
He didn’t say so we asked if we could look around
He said ok and over there is our sacred grounds
The graves head stones were covered with a lot of weeds
And then we felt a cold and erie breeze
While talking to this man he then said this town use to be great
But over the years the population is down to eight
We knew that the nearest town was ten miles away
so we said our goodbyes knowing this wasn’t the place to stay