Cabbage Town Songtext

von Conor Oberst and the Mystic Valley Band

All that blotter going to twist up your mind
You can do it, just not all the time
Hiding in your room, you'll be feeling fine
Always manage to have something to sell
Talk on the telephone while painting your nails
Little plastic bags and a digiscale
Aw, this hallway's full of plastic kids
Aw, they jump and make the CD skip
I'm never telling what I find out
I'm going to love you like the New South
You drive me crazy with your foul mouth
Until you meet me down in Cabbage Town
Down in Cabbage Town
The way I see it we got plenty of time
It's going to happen but just not overnight
Bring a pack of cards and a box of wine
Oh, on the day when I flash that badge
Just try to think of the other half
It's hard living
When it's a matter of fact
But this city's full of lazy kids
Sweetie, someone's got to steer this ship
I'm never telling what I find out
I'm going to love you like the New South
You make me crazy with your foul mouth
Come on and meet me down in Cabbage Town
Come down to Cabbage Town
Well it's just like old friends
To play "Remember When . . .?"
But if you want my help, I'm in
I'm never telling what I found out
I'm going to love you like the New South
You're talking crazy with your loud mouth
Come on and meet me down in Cabbage Town
Oh, come to Cabbage Town
I'm never telling what I find out
I'm going to make it like a new sound
You make me crazy with your foul mouth
Oh, won't you meet me down in Cabbage Town
Come down to Cabbage Town
Oh
Come on to Cabbage Town
Come down to Cabbage Town
Come to Cabbage Town