From the albums DOWN HOME 1970 and SEALS AND CROFTS I AND II 1974 Have you been down to Tin Town, where dreams in cans once were drowned A snag somewhere in someones life caught him there, pulled him to strife A bottle here, and there are left. Many broken, the air is deaf With nonunderstanding vows, remember tears upon their brows In Tin Town, hasbeen town. Tin Town, hasbeen town A tiny flag upon a mast, where camptown children played in past A river winding through the trees. Banks eroded, extreme degrees Once a place to be baptized, when pentecostal need arise A shank or two with rotted plank. A fish or two, their eyes are blank In Tin Town, hasbeen town. Tin Town, hasbeen town Well I been down to Tin Town, where once a boy I did fall down And cut my arm on piled up junk. I wrapped it up and I hailed a drunk He carried me three miles to home, where daddy said I was cut to the bone The doctor washed his hands and said, Five more minutes, the boyd been dead. Down where people lose their heads In Tin Town, hasbeen town. Tin Town, hasbeen town. I know you well Well I live here in Tin Town. Not many people come around When when they do I smile at them. And say, Hello, its a mighty hot day Can you spare a man a dime? I got thirty cents and I can buy some wine Im livin in my childhood schemes. Please, mister, you can make my dreams you can make my dreams!. In Tin Town, hasbeen town. Tin Town, hasbeen town Its my home. Its my home. Its my home. Its my home
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