Pensacola

I feel like a comic who one day awoke

In a world where no one ever got the joke

But it's just Pensacola and my baby's moved on

It's just Pensacola at an hour before dawn

Talk on the street says a storm's comin' in

They'll be nailin' up plywood for the rain and the wind

I'd call my baby but the lines are down

You might say Pensacola ain't my kind of town

Well I've been to Topeka and I've been to Saint Paul

Stayed in a St Louis hotel called the Charles de Gaulle

I've been to the mountains, been down in the mines

Outlived and outlasted every friend of mine

Claudette or Ophelia, can't keep 'em all straight

Strut her stuff down in Gulfport, broken homes in her wake

Let me in on the punch line, let me in on the joke

Here in Pensacola clouds, blacker than smoke