They Took Out The Bend

They Took Out The Bend

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I read about this town, Oatman, Arizona, that died in the 60's when Route 66 was diverted to bypass it. Probably needs a bit more work, but this is 50/90 and there isn't time!
I used the same opening couplet I used for an earlier song, I like it better here. Needs music and singing.

Lyrics: 

They Took Out The Bend

V1
Through unwashed windows the sunlight streams
Onto empty bottles and broken dreams
The barstools and tables no longer used
The jukebox is silent, light circuit fused

V2
The baker next door doesn’t make crusty bread
The oven stays cold, the owner has fled
Same for the butcher, the fire house crew
Hotel’s boarded up, the gas station too

Chorus
Route 66 was this towns godsend
It brought tourists with dollars to spend
They diverted the road, took out the bend
For this Arizona town that was the end

V3
In that ghostly bar I once sang and played
Happy folk drank, on the dance floor they swayed
Now tumbleweed rolls through these dusty streets
It’s a town where nowhere and no place meets

Chorus
Route 66 was this towns godsend
It brought tourists with dollars to spend
They diverted the road, took out the bend
For this Arizona town that was the end



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Comments

cindyrella's picture

Ooo I love this one! I can see the boarded up places and the tumble weed!

katpiercemusic's picture

A sad story, and all too familiar. Progress is always a double edged sword. I hear slide guitar and harmonica for this.

nancyrost's picture

There are a bunch of towns in Wisconsin like this that I've seen, and I find this portrait quite vividly accurate.

kahlo2013's picture

Such wonderfully vivid images take me right to the ghost town .... so many little gems of towns died in similar fashion as freeways were built around them... the context of Arizona and Route 66 is such a classic image filled with romantic nostalgia- your lyric is a bittersweet well-coifed and crusty slice of history.