Chuck Brodsky – He Came To Our Town lyrics

Well, he came to our town
For maybe an hour.
The streets, they got swept
And they planted some flowers.
Babies were kissed,
To the people he waved,
And he stopped
At a Civil War general’s grave.
And he struck just the right pose
And he hit just the right chord.
He spoke of the family
And then of the Lord.
He addressed the concerns
Of the common man.
He spoke of the glory
Of this mighty land.
And he was just the right color,
And his smile was fixed,
And his wardrobe was assembled
From a bag full of tricks.
And he had gobs of make up
That were caked on his face,
Starch in his collar,
Every hair was in place.
And his wife stood beside him
And his daughter did too,
Behind them the flag
With the red, white and blue.
Balloons from the rafters
They fell to the floor.
Oh Happy Day’s were
Gonna be here once more.
He said all the right words,
He quoted Bob Dylan songs.
He sounded hip, even though
He quoted them wrong.
And his closets were cleaned
And his history revised,
So his record would be spotless
In most people’s eyes.
And he could sell you a war,
He could revoke your rights,
And still come off as your friend
In the camera lights.
And he’ll run negative ads
If he has to to win,
He’ll go back on his word
And he will shed his own skin.
Well, I was not touched
By this guy in the least.
He was no savior,
I think he was the Beast.
Well, I have to admit
They staged a good show
It was all reminiscent
Of four years ago,
When he came to our town
For maybe an hour.
The streets, they got swept
And they planted some flowers.
Babies were kissed,
To the people he waved,
And he stopped
At a Civil War general’s grave
After an hour
They whisked him away.
Things went back to normal,
But it took two or three days.
The homeless returned
To living outside,
And the flowers
That they planted,
They all wilted and died.
Yes, he came to our town
For maybe an hour
The streets, they got swept
And they planted some flowers.