Corey Cyr - Talkin' Putnam Blues lyrics

'94 born and raised Still livin' in this little town these days Rockin', rollin', lovin', free This town will always be home to me. No matter how far I go. One of the places to go before you die So I've heard and I'm not sure why We got the courthouse, St. Mary's steeple Known for antiques and loads of old people So just antiques I guess Summers we got mornin' fog Sweepin' up off the Quinebaug Rises up over the mills And fades off into the hills We sure do love that dirty water. This little town just moves so slow Nobody has their own road to go It's such a shame Everyone's song remains the same Same sh** different day is the saying around here