Good evening from Fort Worth, Texas
It's slow here in the heat
But you're bound to feel a little cooler
With your feet down in some old creek
We're down on Main Street We come from the land of oilfields
Iron nightmares and fevered dreams
But you're bound to get in a little trouble
When you ain't got no place to sleep
Down here on Main Street You got your pilgrims you got your prophets
You got your sinners and sorrowful saints
But you won't have a leg to lean on
When they lock your family up in chains
Down here on Main Street