White Rose

Yeah the whole town came out to watch
The day they paved the parking lot
Somebody hung a ribbon up
And then they cut it down
That big white rose upon that sign
Put innocence in all our lives
We could see it's neon light
Half a mile out
Gas was 50 cents a gallon
The put it in for you
They bump up your tires and check your oil
And wash your windows too
And we'd shine those cars bright as bright
We'd go park underneath that light
Stare out at the prairie skies
There was nothing else to do

Now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk of concerete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple of cars
Half out of the ground
And that old sign still spins round and round
I guess the White Rose fill-in station's just a memory now

And the girls would spend a couple a bucks
Just to meet the boys working at the pumps
They grow up and fall in love
And they've all moved away
Strangers used to stop and ask
How far they'd driven off the map
And then they built that overpass
And now they stay out on the highway

'Cause there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk of concerete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple of cars
Half out of the ground
And that old sign still spins round and round
I guess the White Rose fill-in station's just a memory now

That neon sign was the heart and soul
In this old one-horse town
And it's like it lost its will to live
The day they shut it down

Now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk of concerete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple of cars
Half out of the ground
And that old sign still spins round and round
I guess the White Rose fill-in station's just a memory now
Yeah that old White Rose fill-in station's just a memory now