This town has rich folks dying right down beside the poor. Limosines and widows crying, victims of the lonely wars. Cavier and beans and bacon lined up at the grocery store In this town's got a hardhat river with sleeping pilgrims on the shore And this towns got folks on nothing bundled up and broke down cars College kids and BMWs parked in front of all night bars In this town is got a small time rumble and this towns just got a big-time roar Barking dogs and lots of people swinging fists and slamming doors And this towns got dreams a plenty Some wasted some are new In this town taught me it's not what you know boy it's what you do And this town got got a raging fever on a hot old July night And me I am one more true believer trying hard to get it right And this town is got a poor man's muscle and this towns got a rich man's clout Half a million fools a flying, coming in and getting out And this town is rough and ready for whatever might come down And right now I'm holding steady and hanging on here in this town This town. Is my town