Beautiful World

The sun comes up on the far side of town
By the grain elevators and tracks
And the dogs get barking at the sound of the trains
Cause it sounds like they ain't coming back
When the wind gets blowing hold onto your hat
Blows so hard you stand laying down
Bends all the trees, blows the dirt to the sky
And gets all the nice folks turned around

But oh my darlin'
Oh my stars
Oh my golden blonde curls
In the strangest of places
And the hardest of times
It's a beautiful, beautiful world

The mines used to pay all the wages
And the drinks they were poured at night
When the well runs dry you can't bet with a dollar
You can't hold with all of your might
Now there's old broken windows
There's a single lost shoe
There's a stranger who says hello
There's a little girl who's parents don't want her to grow up
Cause they'll miss her wherever she goes

But oh my darlin'
Oh my stars
Oh my golden blonde curls
In the strangest of places
And the hardest of times
It's a beautiful, beautiful world

If the newspaper comes
It's an hour behind
Like the clock by the coffee at Pearls
If it's with cream and two sugars
Or if it's just taken black
It's a beautiful
Beautiful world