Dad still lives in the town where he was born
Says hes got nowhere else to go
He's been working the same job since 1962
Knows everything he'll ever need to know
Every day at five he'd come home from the plant
He'd pull up and honk his horn
He'd go into the kitchen and come out with a beer
Then unbutton his uniform And I never understood the expression on his face
But finally its making sense to me
Cause when grandpa passed away I inherited his clothes
And a job down at the factory Living second rate, working second shift
And somehow twenty years went by
I ended up like dad, in the town where I was born
And I'll never question why