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(S. Fromholz)Six o'clock silenceOf a new day beginning,Is heard in the small Texas town;Like a signal from nowhere,The people who live thereAre up and moving around.'Cause there's bacon to fry,And there's biscuits to bake,On the stove that the Salvation Army won't takeAnd you open the windows,And you turn on the fan,'Cause it's hotter than hellWhen the sun hits the land.Walter and Fanny,Well, they own the groceryThat sells most all that you need;They've been up and workingSince early this morning,They've got the whole village to feed;Well they put out fresh eggs,And throw bad ones away,That rotted becauseof the heat yesterday,The store is all darkso you can't see the flies,That settle on round steakand last Monday's pies.Sleepy Hill's DrugstoreAnd the cafe are open,The coffee is bubbling hot,'Cause the folks that ain't workingGonna sit there 'til sundown,And talk about what they ain't got,Someone just threw a clutchIn the old pickup truck,It seems like they're ridingon a streak of bad luck;The doctor bills came,And the well has gone dry,Seems their grown kids don't care,Whether they live or die.
(S. Fromholz)Six o'clock silenceOf a new day beginning,Is heard in the small Texas town;Like a signal from nowhere,The people who live thereAre up and moving around.'Cause there's bacon to fry,And there's biscuits to bake,On the stove that the Salvation Army won't takeAnd you open the windows,And you turn on the fan,'Cause it's hotter than hellWhen the sun hits the land.Walter and Fanny,Well, they own the groceryThat sells most all that you need;They've been up and workingSince early this morning,They've got the whole village to feed;Well they put out fresh eggs,And throw bad ones away,That rotted becauseof the heat yesterday,The store is all darkso you can't see the flies,That settle on round steakand last Monday's pies.Sleepy Hill's DrugstoreAnd the cafe are open,The coffee is bubbling hot,'Cause the folks that ain't workingGonna sit there 'til sundown,And talk about what they ain't got,Someone just threw a clutchIn the old pickup truck,It seems like they're ridingon a streak of bad luck;The doctor bills came,And the well has gone dry,Seems their grown kids don't care,Whether they live or die.