He's standing 'neath your window   Reading lovesick poems   Like somebody died   And made him Leonard Cohen   Battered heart   Hangin' on his sleeve   Makin' every little promise   That you'll never believe   You said, "give it a rest   If you got any pride   You're just another round   In a losin' fight   It don't take nothin' but a mouth   To make a lot of noise   I'm gettin' real sick and tired   Of hometown boys"      Another Indian summer   And you're staying out late   And living on money   Your grandaddy made   Waking up in the gutter   Every Friday night   A little bit sore   But you're feeling alright   After a while   Hot blood runs cold   And fuckin' up   Starts gettin' real old   And you find yourself remembering   Your mama's voice   "you better stay clear   Of hometown boys"      Well, you been around and you had a little fun   Comes a time you gotta cut and run   Better get out now   Honey, you ain't that young   Anymore      Lately you've been thinking   About leaving town   It just ain't the same   Since your bar shut down   You just holed up inside   Kept everything shut   And started hanging up pictures   Of the places you love   Things are changing   That ain't hard to see   Maybe it's time   You take it out east   Well you might get lonesome   For the local noise   But you won't miss a thing   About the hometown boys