White Rose

Yeah the whole town came out to watch
 The day they paved the parking lot
 Somebody hung a ribbon up
 And then they cut it down
 That big white rose upon that sign
 Put innocence in all our lives
 We could see it's neon light
 Half a mile out
 Gas was 50 cents a gallon
 The put it in for you
 They bump up your tires and check your oil
 And wash your windows too
 And we'd shine those cars bright as bright
 We'd go park underneath that light
 Stare out at the prairie skies
 There was nothing else to do
 Now there's plywood for glass
 Where the windows all got smashed
 And there's just a chunk of concerete
 Where those old pumps used to stand
 There's a couple of cars
 Half out of the ground
 And that old sign still spins round and round
 I guess the White Rose fill-in station's just a memory now
 And the girls would spend a couple a bucks
 Just to meet the boys working at the pumps
 They grow up and fall in love
 And they've all moved away
 Strangers used to stop and ask
 How far they'd driven off the map
 And then they built that overpass
 And now they stay out on the highway
 'Cause there's plywood for glass
 Where the windows all got smashed
 And there's just a chunk of concerete
 Where those old pumps used to stand
 There's a couple of cars
 Half out of the ground
 And that old sign still spins round and round
 I guess the White Rose fill-in station's just a memory now
 That neon sign was the heart and soul
 In this old one-horse town
 And it's like it lost its will to live
 The day they shut it down
 Now there's plywood for glass
 Where the windows all got smashed
 And there's just a chunk of concerete
 Where those old pumps used to stand
 There's a couple of cars
 Half out of the ground
 And that old sign still spins round and round
 I guess the White Rose fill-in station's just a memory now
 Yeah that old White Rose fill-in station's just a memory now