in my hometown
there is nothing much before around
the northern wind brought it down...brought it down
the reedy river flows
under a $ 4 million bridge everyone knows
while the hungry have no clothes...no clothes
the mayor is so proud
but his honor it is in a shroud
would the millworkers be proud...be proud
the bankers they are thieves
they mortgage our past with no belief
in city view there is no relief...no relief
they put up a statue for our hero
black betsy in the hands of shoeless joe
but who is this man they claim to know?...claim to know
out on woodside avenue
where the factory whistles once blew
and young men went off to world war two....world war two
there is a stillness in the air
something even worse than despair
where the people just dont seem to care...seem to care
as for me i'll remember meadowbrook park
and the home runs sailing into the dark
sometimes a fire can start without a spark...without a spark
the reedy river flows
words and music by w. bates
t21music2009
Hear: The Reedy River Flows
