Boomtown - Richard Thompson

Well I’m a poor boy from Wabash, they call me oil trash

I’ve rubber-necked and rousted around

And every damn job the boss he says «Hoss

It ain’t worth pumping from the ground»

So I come here to Boomtown doing just fine

Till the shit hits the fan, alright

Now I can’t get no pay and I’m wasting away

Flushed out and busted in Boomtown tonight

My baby she’s mad, she thinks I’m all bad

She’d like to see me work myself to death

She said «Go out and get yourself another damn job»

I said «Honey, just save your breath»

Oh that sweet little thing, she threw back my ring

I bet she held it up to the light

Now the kids are all yakking, my baby she’s packing

Flushed out and busted in Boomtown tonight

Oh Boomtown is busted, the rigs are all rusted

There’s no lights on my Christmas tree

Well I tried El Paso and I tried Amarillo

But I didn’t find a drop of Texas tea

Well they hit us when we’re down, and we can’t get up

Though we’re trying with all of our might

Now the bottle’s run dry and I’m wondering why

Flushed out and busted in Boomtown tonight

Yes I’m flushed out and busted in Boomtown tonight