Kathy Mattea - 33, 45, 78 (Record Time) lyrics

I'm spinning like an old turn table Three speeds going nowhere fast I hesitate at the door to the future Holding on to my bitter-sweet past Me and all of the percolators Me and all of the rotary phones Me and all of my vinyl records Warped and scratched and out of date 33,45,78 goodbye I got friends from the old home town We used to work at the home town news They got houses in a couple of cities I'm still singing the home town blues Me and all of the drive in movies Me and all of the afternoon papers Me and the free-form radio Fading in and out of date 33,45,78 going gone now I hear them talk about the great depression I hear the drumming of the war machine I wonder if I'm stuck in the past Or if it all repeats just like a CD I'm following the railroad line It's another job and another town I skip around in record time And try not to notice the candle burn down Me and all of the rust belt workers Me and all of the hot-type printers Me and all of the family farms Auctioned off and out of date 33,45,78 Whoa the percolators Whoa the rotary phones All of my vinyl records Warped and scratched and out of date Yeah I'm a 33,45,78