Cortland County Line

Should have been a Webster County farm boy
Should have been a hell raising redneck gentleman
The south lives on in vowel sounds
Should have been a New York yankee blue blood
Should have been a small town big fish frog pond night swimming
Watching the stars glowing in the west

But cracked bells
Cracked bells ring like broken shells
From this beach I can see three miles of nothing at all
And I leave in the morning

Should have stayed asleep for this Montana winter
Instead of wandering restless through the firs
I'm going to meet the mayor of that frontier suburb
Just a damned old strip mall Santy Claus

But cracked bells
Cracked bells ring like broken shells
From this beach I can see three miles of nothing at all
And I leave in the morning

He never knew the boy in the fading sunlight shared the same first name as him
You never know where the leaves on the river go
And the dust from the young man's footsteps settles on the road we walk upon

Cracked bells, cracked bells ring like broken shells
From this beach I can see three miles of nothing at all
And I leave in the morning