I got a picture of my friends and meSitting outside Thistletown Laundry at nightThat looks like me between the Holly twinsSinging hey ho this is your lifeAnd there's old Ruby and her worn out magazinesAnd the guy we called Joe Cinnamon who's polishing his speechHey it looks like HollywoodHey it looks like HollywoodJoe married one of the Holly twinsAnd they ran the local five and dimeMy mama told me that the other twinGot a teaching job at Thistletown HighBut me and Ruby and her worn out magazinesJumped a box car on the western line by ol' Cole Martin's streamWell me and Ruby had big plansGonna' move to the city gonna' be larger than lifeJust like the girl beside the Marlboro manAnd the pretty lady in the Ivory adThistletown, Indiana is no place for meGive me miles and miles of neon signs and flashy magazinesMe, I sold my camera for a string of beadsAnd Ruby sold he mother's china figurinesI got a picture of Ruby and meSelling candy bars at the RoxyThe guy who took it called us calendar girlsAnd he said someday he'd make us famousBut me and Ruby never made no magazinesAll we got was just a cold recurrent broken bottle dream