Josh Ritter - Henrietta, Indiana lyrics

Henrietta, Indiana mill town Locked the factory down and shut it up tight My daddy and my brother and sixteen-hundred others Lost everything they had in the night Daddy got a taste for the hard stuff Henrietta, Indiana was dry We'd ride out to Putney, he'd tell me he loved me The drive home was always so quiet He had a devil in his eye, eye Like a thorn in the paw Disregard for the law Disappointment to the Lord on high My brother practiced preaching in the basement Perspiration on his face 'til I knew That something was missing, his spirit was willing He could not believe it was true "Blessed be the poor," he said "Your treasure is on high." All of Henrietta, Indiana heard me Hallelujah When I finally saw the devil in his eyes Oh, the devil in his eye, eye Like a thorn in the paw Disregard for the law Disappointment to the Lord on high I was coming home late From a midnight to eight The radio said they'd ID'd the plates Left three men dead Made their escape "By now," said the sheriff "They'll be in the next state." "Will we be able to catch them?" "Can they bring the dogs in?" "Can they call up the Bureau?" "Do they have next-of-kin?" Cameras came to my door I opened it wide They thought I was crying It was something in my eye, eye, eye Eye, eye, eye, oh At night I leave a bottle on the table The Bible open to the Sermon on the Mount Blessed be the poor of Henrietta, Indiana But happy are the ones that get out I think I'll drive over to Putney The store'll be open 'til twelve The empty parking lot, the lights, the lonely kid, the register I see it all clear as a bell I got a devil in my eye, eye Like a thorn in the paw Disregard for the law Disappointment to the Lord on high Eye, eye Like a thorn in the paw Disregard for the law Disappointment to the Lord on high