Pleasureville - ©2009
words and music by John Natiw

There's a blind man in the graveyard
with a shovel in his hand
Some folks they claim that he's the devil
Others say he's just a man

He runs the still down by the river
and the whorehouse on the hill
And if his whiskey doesn't kill you
Those women surely will

Pretty girl sits in the window
She got that sympathetic stare
She'll lead a thirsty man to water
Then leave him drownin' there

Across the street they got a bottle
that can take away the pain
But once you reach the bottom
You may never stand again

In Pleasureville
Stand in Pleasureville

In the road there stands a gambler
Burnin' hundred dollar bills
He says "it ain't about the money
No, it's all about the thrills"

There's a man that looks like Elvis
Sellin' one way tickets out
But those tracks are old and rusted
And the engine's broken down

In Pleasureville
Broke down in Pleasureville

Graveyard man says not to worry
"What you need's a resting place"
Then you start to choke and struggle
As the dirt falls on your face

As the people throw the roses
And the preacher shouts amen
That ole devil moves on to another
Starts it all over again

In Pleasureville
Again in Pleasureville
In Pleasureville
Downtown Pleasureville

There's a blind man in the graveyard
with a shovel in his hand
Some folks they claim that he's the devil...