Liquor store liqour store One on every corner Checks cashed any kind No I.D. Liquor store liquor store One on every corner Malt liquor cigarettes Lottery The car is running And kicking out fumes You've disappeared inside To buy the daily quota I'm fending for myself To a popular tune Digging in the ashtray Hoping for a quarter Mile on mile of transient hotels Unattended children with nowhere to play Anger rips down Pine Street In the form of a black Chevelle But the Baptists keep singin' away One lone Palm tree is rising up above Its glamour & dignity are so out of place An ancient pick-up truck is looking for a shove The congregation sings "Amazing Grace"