Here I sit in Myrtle City Streets so bare and not so pretty All alone without a dime To buy One small bottle is all I'm after To take me back to all the laughter When the town Had a [rhyme?] too Boom town nothing seems quite the same, Boom town memories float like rain Stop a while Think and smile Back to when Then Here I sit in my amazement To see the street now Crumbling pavement And the bars left to dry No wine To quench this one man's tired thirst To last when progress brings the worst To your own town in your own time Boom town nothing seems quite the same, Boom town memories float like rain, Stop a while Think and smile Back to when Then [Boom Town] [Boom Town] [Boom Town]