Go home to Murphysboro
Inkwells and useless kids line the roads
Comb the farms for bits of hair
Tomorrow I brew, today I bake
And then the child
Away I'll take

This is not night
Girls who keep their music boxes on from daybreak 'til night would mind to keep their windows locked tight

Lyrics submitted by CeraBarrett

Murphysboro 1925 song meanings
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