JANUARY 2nd, 1965 

On January 2nd, 1965
The people in this town
Were more dead than alive
They were raised with faith and hope
But they were bound
With a golden rope
On January 2nd, 1965 

Their minds were crucified
By fear and frozen credit
And if you wanted out
Well baby you could just forget it
How we made it is anyone’s guess
We did more with less
On January 2nd, 1965 

I kissed my girl Louise in an orchard
At the edge of town
To me it was a magic place
But they tore it down
But we were luckier than most
And our flesh cast off the ghost
Of January 2nd, 1965 

The river running through
The town was cold and black
By the mills
Beneath the old smokestacks
If you overlooked certain facts  
You could ride it and never look back
On January 2nd, 1965 

The sun beat down
Along old Summer Hill
I wouldn’t do right
I wouldn’t do my daddy’s will
I said I would wait
But circumstance merged with fate  
On January 2nd, 1965