Singing The Salt Air Dead Fish Living Grave Retirement Home Blues

I'm Going Back To Austin (Rockport Blues Song) 

Well, I'm going back to Austin, I can't score no dope down here.

I'm going back to Austin, The salt air ruins my beer.

If I had my druthers, I never would have gone.

So I'm going home to Austin and I'm gonna tie one on!

Now living here beside the bay is pretty awful strange.

All the neighbors are much too polite, in the streets the deer do range.

Everyone is really old, except for those that ain't.

And the cops told me to pack it in, this is my third complaint!

Everyone in Austin carries a guitar.

From the bearded bum in traffic, to the guy behind the bar.

Everyone in Austin can always find good weed,

Why, the kids outside of any school will get you all you need.

So I'm headed back to Austin, I most devoutly wish.

For here the folks just stare at me,

'Cause I don't like to fish.

Oh dear old Travis County, I never thought I'd say,

That nasty Colorado would look so good today.

Yep, I'm going home to Austin, the town where I was born.

I'm leaving on the morrow,  I'll drive by way of Zorn.

I'll be in such a hurry I will start before the morn,

And all those possums in the road will never hear my horn!

(Zorn is a town in between here and Travis County.  It is not the word from Watership Down which means "desolation".
 I regard Rockport as totally zorn if you can dig that).