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