Kokomo by Greg Brown
Kokomo lyrics
There's a tenderloin special at the Sak 'N' Save, the
sky is a dirty sock.
I left my hat at the laundromat, met an old guy walking
round the block.
I asked him how to get out of town, he said "how far
you wanna go?"
I said "I was thinking of Arkansas," he said "you'd be
better off in Kokomo"
With a payday loan and a migraine I crossed Contrary
Creek,
Looking for a gal that I knew as Sal, we were married
once for a week.
I found her way back in the woods, all her secrets
hidden under the snow.
She pointed my way with a 28 gauge on the road to
Kokomo.
Amelia Earhart lived here, but she didn't stick around
too long.
She crossed that bridge on just two wheels and, by God,
she was gone.
I stayed too long in Kansas trying to tell a "yes" from
a "no" -
But she wouldn't say and I am on my way on the road to
Kokomo.
Come all you brave young cowboys and get into software.
Why be a roustabout now when you could be a
millionaire?
The grain elevator is leaning, the trucks are rolling
slow.
Get out of hock, so long Red Rock, hello Kokomo.
You know she was just my type: deranged, middle-aged,
and crude,
Nipples the size of jack balls, and a real bad
attitude.
She wore my ass out so damn fast, left me nowhere to
go,
With a sticky wicket and a greyhound ticket, one-way to
Kokomo.
Oh, these Michigan women, they know me much too well,
They take me high and they leave me low, they can find
me by my smell.
And I would still be up in the U P, sitting by the
fire's glow
If she hadn't whipped off her tubetop and run me down
to Kokomo.
Dig my grave with a Bobcat, and throw in a couple of
spuds.
Asses to asses, butts to butts, red blood to red mud.
Pass around a bottle of Jim Beam, play something on the
banjo.
If anybody asks you where I've gone, just tell 'em "to
Kokomo."
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