Josh Ritter "Harrisburg" & "Golden Age of Radio"

Here's two more from Josh Ritter -- "Harrisburg" and "Golden Age of Radio":



Romero got married on the fifth of July 
In our Lady of Immaculate Dawn 
Could have got married in the revival man's tent 
But there ain't no reviving what's gone 
 Slipped like a shadow from the family he made 
In a little white house by the woods 
Dropped the kids at the mission, with a rose for the virgin 
She knew he was gone for good 

It's a long way to Heaven, it's closer to Harrisburg 
And that's still a long way from the place where we are 
And if evil exists its a pair of train tracks 
And the devil is a railroad car 

Could have stayed somewhere but the train tracks kept going 
And it seems like they always left soon 
and the wolves that he ran with they moaned low and painful 
sang sad misery's to the moon 

It's a long way to Heaven, it's closer to Harrisburg 
And that's still a long way from the place where we are 
And if evil exists its a pair of train tracks 
And the devil is a railroad car 

Rose at the altar withered and wilted 
Romero sank into a dream 
He didn't make Heaven, he didn't make Harrisburg 
He died in a hole in between 
Some say that man is the root of all evil 
Others say God's a drunkard for pain 
Me I believe that the Garden of Eden 
was burned to make way for a train

and



Picture they took of you in your cowboy hat
Makes you look like you are one of the boys
Out on a Saturday night, meanwhile on the outskirts of the dance hall
I'm a joke that you'd probably enjoy
On the outside of Memphis all the building look big
And the white picket fences all dare to charge around the lawn
And hold their heads up high when my headlights find them out
They'll be the first to put their hands in the air with my radio on
Singing a country song soft and low

Oh when I've got a worried mind I know
I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline
On the Grand Old Opry Show

Living on the edge of the city limit line
This is where the boundary finally ends
And I swear that we're the last living souls in a populated ghost town
All the billboards are our best friends
Which way did our last chance go and can we
Get out if we go right now?
It seems that with the malls and the mega-church stadiums
We would get out if we knew just how with the radio on

Oh when I've got a worried mind I know
I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline
On the Grand Old Opry Show

Standing in line to get my self-help book signed off
On by the reverend who shouts to the converted
Have mercy on this boy he did it all by the book
But still kind of has his doubts
Oh you look pretty good in that jonquil dress
But your smile is a wooden nickel's pride
and I know that it ain't worth much but it feels good to touch
And I think that I could dance if I tried with your radio on

Oh when I've got a worried mind I know
I hear the ghost of Patsy Cline
On the Grand Old Opry Show