NEWTON (Gabe Zander/BMI) 1999

*Sung to the tune of Johnny Rebel's "Coon Town"*

(uptempo honky tonk beat)

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If you feel kind of sick when you walk down the street, you're in Newton;
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There's welfare cases hangin' out on the street, here in Newton.
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The whole town's infested with White trash thugs;
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A hoodie girl's tryin' to steal a hippie boy's drugs,
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And every once in awhile, someone even gets mugged, in Newton.

On the corner, there's a hoodie with a knife in his hand; that's Newton;
He's tryin' to pick a fight with whoever he can in Newton.
And don't be surprised, 'cause you know it's true, 
That if you come back tomorrow, he'll be lookin' for you;
If you ain't a hoodie you get beaten black and blue, in Newton.

Well, our hard-workin' families once supported themselves in Newton;
Then the county government told us all to go to Hell in Newton.
For their fat paycheck and power over the town,
They brought the big chains in and shut the working man down;
They no longer need small business around, in Newton.

(break)

Oh, let's not forget about the boys in blue in Newton;
They overlook the crackhouse to pick on me and you in Newton.
They don't give a damn what's wrong or right;
They just hang in their cars at Dunkin' D all night.
You so much as sneeze wrong; they'll give you a fight, in Newton.

Well, I'm tired of the torment, and tired of the abuse from Newton;
If you ask me, there just ain't no excuse for Newton.
There's nothin' left to do here, but waste away,
And get drunk all night, and stoned all day;
Your town will be tommorow, what ours is today, in Newton.

'Cause there's towns all over the U.S.A. like Newton.