My little town

In my little town, I grew up believing
God keeps His eye on us all
And He used to lean upon me
As I pledged allegiance to the wall
Lord I recall
My little town

Coming home after school
Flying my bike past the gates 
Of the factories

My mom doing the laundry,
Hanging our shirts
In the dirty breeze

And after it rains, there's a rainbow
And all of the colors are black
It's not that the colors aren't there
It's just imagination they lack

Everything's the same back
In my little town

Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town

In my little town, 
I never meant nothin'
I was just my father's son
Saving my money, 
Dreaming of glory
Twitching like a finger 
On the trigger of a gun

Leaving 
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town

Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town
Nothing but the dead and dying
Back in my little town

Words and music by Paul Simon

In honor of my little town, Bonefro, Campobasso, 
and surrounding towns in the region of Molise, Italy, that were rocked by a massive earthquake on October 31, 2002.