Eddie From Ohio - This My Town - Lyrics, Similar artists

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Artist: Eddie From Ohio

album: I Rode Fido Home

Ninety-five degrees on the blacktop
I hear it's cool on Mars
Used to be a dirt path behind our house
Now, just speeding European cars
And it's too hot to play ball
So we sit and watch the summer fade
Ninety-five degrees on the blacktop
Ninety-four in the shade
Yeah, ninety-four in the shade.
Well, the heat was enormous
It fell like a gorgeous
Blanket of Indian clay
And time, drifting over us
Stagnant like thunderclouds
Pregnant and heavy with rain
(Chorus)
This my town
Ain't what it used to be
Everything just seems so much smaller than it was
This my town
They're cutting down the tree where
We carved out our love--
I can hear the "buzz, buzz"
Should have seen it coming back then
Always time for change
They sent Rose Hustlin' Pete for a bundle of cash
And they called it an even trade.
And it's too hot to play ball
Leather and wood, frayed at the seams
And the sweet hot smell of rain drenching the pavement
Blacktop tore down a field of dreams
(Chorus)
Ninety-five degrees on the blacktop
I hear it's cool on Mars
Used to be a dirt path behind our house
Now just speeding European cars.

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