Here's a "Home" related original based on the small town where I grew up. I did this one in a burst of inspiration in about 2 hours last night. I've already re-written parts of it, adding syllables here and taking away there, added another 4 lines which I might use to replace one of these stanzas or just go ahead and add it in somewhere, and so forth. I'll plan on recording a new version for my originals channel at some point, but anyway, here's the first version.
The punch line is from a joke that we have around here: that any business that closes down will eventually re-open as a Mexican restaurant. It isn't much of a joke, because it's usually true.
That used to be the Western Auto
Where me and Daddy would go
To buy our fishin' lures and 22 shells
And a new rod & reel when I turned twelve, yeah
I loved to read their catalog
I wish I could go back somehow
But now that old Western Auto, well,
It's a Mexican restaurant now
Down at the intersection
Where the flashing stoplight glows
Was a Conoco a Gulf and a Mobile
And right there a Texaco
Now the Conoco is a beer barn
And the Mobile has closed down
The old Gulf station is a flower shop
And the Texaco is a Mexican restaurant now
They tore down the Hardin's drug store
But I guess that ain't so bad
'Cause they built a new library
But somehow I still feel sad
They closed all the peanut driers
A long, long, long time ago
They tore up the old railroad tracks
And built a park across the road
And the Dairy Queen up on the highway
That opened when I was eighteen
It's been there now for a long long time
And it's still a Dairy Queen
But the Phillips 66 where I rode my bike
To get a root beer for 35 cents
Well, they took out the pumps
And built a taqueria and I haven't seen a Phillips 66 since
That used to be the Western Auto
Where me and your Grandpa would go
To buy our fishin' lures and some 22 shells
And a new rod & reel when I turned twelve