I sit here on the front porch
with my travel magazines
I'm starin' at those places
that I can't afford to visit
Once we had some money saved,
but the savings we've gone through
Now I'm parkin' cars at the dog track
in the town of Waterloo
Where the smell of rendered meat
no longer putrefies the air
Since the Wrath Meat Packin'
plant closed down
and they moved away somewhere
They might as well have cut
and wrapped my heart and lungs up too
In the slaughterhouse,
the dreams out here
that we call Waterloo, yeah, Waterloo
Yeah, Waterloo, ooh
Stonewall Jackson sang
the song in 1962
You may live in the present,
but the past for me will do
Back when I had a future
in the town of Waterloo so so
So I spend my days just standing
out on Highway 63
With a sign around my neck
that says,
have you got a job for me?
Playing Bonaparte's retreat
upon a rusty tin kazoo
Just another patriot who met his
Waterloo, yeah, Waterloo
Yeah, Waterloo
Stonewall Jackson sang the words
and now they've all come true
Well, you may live in the present,
but the past for me will do
Back when I had a future
in the town of Waterloo, yeah,
Waterloo