Subject: There's Talk About a Fence
From:
Barbara
Date: 21 Mar 02 - 07:19 AM
THERE'S TALK ABOUT A FENCE
(Chuck Brodsky)
The come heres and the been heres, they don't get along
I'd been there 15 minutes and I knew something was wrong
The waitress wasn't friendly, Neither was the cook
Til I asked how far it was To the town of Stoneybrook.
The come heres live in cabins, the been heres live in shacks
They say hello in passing, talk behind each other's backs
White collars versus red-necks, horses versus mules
The city kids they come here, make the teachers look like fools
The come heres come with laptops, Nintendo, VCRs
Some of them have telephones inside their foreign cars
They want to make no smoking zones in all the public places;
They want to pass an ordinance outlawing turkey races
The ancestors of been heres, they came here early on
When there were only Indians, and once they were all gone,
They claimed themselves a new world, there was lots to go around
Carved up a bunch of properties, and they built this little town
Now the come heres nearly have the votes to make one of them the mayor
In the last election, they won half the council chairs
They took over the school board, outlawed the morning prayers,
They're teaching evolution and sex education there.
The come heres have their pussy cats and little white french poodles
The been heres have their hound dogs with names like "Yankee Doodle"
The come heres like to watch the ducks and sometimes they will feed 'em
The been heres like to shotgun 'em and take 'em home and eat 'em
The been heres do their drinking in a been here owned saloon
In the brand new micro brewery there's a separate dining room
Only at the K Mart or the Walmart do they mix
They think of one another as carrot nibblers and hicks
Now the come heres keep a'coming, there's new ones every day
They come for second chances, the "new world" so they say
They buy and sell the properties for unheard of amounts
The come heres keep a'coming building up this little town
The come heres and the been heres — there's talk about a fence
The whole town is divided, half for and half against
The come heres and the been here's — two towns that overlap
You wouldn't even see it by just looking at a map
I was there at Christmastime, when a tree was just a tree,
And you couldn't tell whose kid was whose, sitting there on Santa's knee.
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