Ann-Marita: Music

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COMPANY TOWN


1.
Guitar Man and his band
Came to Company Town in the summer of eighty-one
They stood out like black on white
among pale-faced miners in the land
of the midnight sun
The people had never known anyone
Whose names they couldn’t spell
Until they met a few that night
At the Company Town Hotel

(Chorus):
And they played Funky Town and Jailhouse Rock
Folks Rocked the Boat and ‘Round The Clock
‘til the sunlit night became day
The only moonshine they ever saw
Was the kind served with Coke and a straw
‘n caused some more hell to be raised
People were coming from all around
Letting it all hang out in Company Town

2.
She was spending her days at the boarding house
Brewing coffee and baking bread
Thinkin’ that if there was nothing more to life
Then she might as well be dead
But at night she’d put her make-up on
And hit that hotel bar
Sippin’ drinks and locking eyes with that handsome stranger
Playin’ the guitar

(Chorus):
And he played Funky Town and Jailhouse Rock
Folks Rocked The Boat and ‘Round The Clock
‘til the sunlit night became day
The only moonshine they ever saw
Was the kind served with Coke and a straw
‘n caused some more hell to be raised
People were coming from all around
Letting it all hang out in Company Town


(Solo)

3.
She never told me his name or even where he was from
I was steppin’ on sacred ground
But the gift that my father left me is now
what’s making me leave Company Town
I wanna get out and see the world,
playing his old guitar
I reckon wherever he came from, to Company Town
At least it got him far

(Chorus):
And he played Funky Town and Jailhouse Rock
Folks Rocked The Boat and ‘Round The Clock
‘til the sunlit night became day
The only moonshine they ever saw
Was the kind served with Coke and a straw
‘n caused some more hell to be raised
People were coming from all around
Letting it all hang out in Company Town



In Company Town
La la la la la la….ooh…

(Outtro)

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