Don’t Come To My Hometown Sweetheart

Sweetheart,

I love you ever so much

And I know you really want to see

Where I grew up

With the hills forests and café

That I so often talk about.

But, baby it’s a town of less than two thousand

With a very militaristic psychology

Most families there have someone in the Army, Navy or Marines

Sweetheart, I love you ever so much

And I’ll always love you

If you were

Brown, white, black, orange or neon blue

But, militaristic small town people

Aren’t that open minded

And since you’re brown

They’ll most likely think

You’re there to blow up a corn silo

I wouldn’t be surprised if they had

One of the two cop cars

Follow us around

Because you know that corn silo

Just can’t go

I was teased, berated and beat up

In that small country town

And baby

My sweetheart

Keeper of my essence

If I saw that happening to you

It would break my heart

So I would like you

Not to go

You’re a big city boy

And you don’t understand the psyche

Of a small militaristic Midwest town