Aching bones and creaky homes and dust clouds on the street Leaves are pinned by restless winds and fear Premonition, intuition, trouble's near Honcho Graham from Birmingham is here
The grinding fades from combine blades, the tractor's hungry heart At three o'clock, the blackbird flock is gone No one knows why Jenna Rose just disappeared But Honcho Graham from Birmingham is here
Train smoke flies and alibis are sinking in the wind The little toys from little boys are gone Silence fills the flour mills and streets are clear Honcho Graham from Birmingham is here
Now every year there's less of here as nature chews it down A town bereft and all that's left is rust But any gent who's smelled the scent of solemn fear Knows Honcho Graham from Birmingham was here Honcho Graham from Birmingham was here
