White Trash Folk: Alone
Lyrics and Music © Rick Shelton

The chair it squeaks in protest
Saying “I’ll move for no man”
And the dust that’s settled on surfaces adds
“Hey I’m good where I am”
Peering out into the twilight
The window lets go of a sigh
Feeling its age and cracking its neck
The faucet feels ready to cry

And they’re all alone, They’re all alone
This house ain’t no home, when they’re all alone
Yeah they’re all alone

Magazines piled in tribute
To a childhood left out in the rain
All muddied and tracked with yesterday’s prints
Dried into forgettable stains
And they’re all alone

Nick-nacks and paddy-whacks and dog bones
And other cluttered forget-me-nots
In the back room are congregating in mourning
Past air balls and missed big shots

Saying this house ain’t no home
And we’re all alone

Another failed intervention
By the shirts hanging over the door
Leads to a blood orgy of wrinkled old fragments
Of closet spilled out on the floor
‘Cause he just can’t take it no more
And he’s all alone

Photograph albums turned yellow
A tomb of a tome of regret
For his mother, his father, his sons and his daughters
It shoots a look he’ll not forget
From the pages all snotty and wet
Sobbing we’re all alone, we’re all alone
This house ain’t no home, when we’re all alone
We’re all alone

Yeah, we’re all alone