(Graham Parsons/Chris Hillman) sung by Emmy Lou Harris
This old town is filled with sin
It’ll swallow you in
If you’ve got some money to burn
Take it home right away
You’ve got three years to pay
And Satan is waiting his turn…
The scientists say it’ll all wash away
But we don’t believe anymore
‘Cause we’ve got our recruits
In their green mohair suits
So please show your I.D. at the door
Chorus:
This old earthquake’s gonna
leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town’s insane
On the thirty-first floor your gold-plated door
Won’t keep out the Lord’s burning rain
A friend came around - tried to clean up this town
His ideas made some people mad…
But he trusted his crowd
So he spoke right out loud
And they lost the best friend they had
This old earthquake’s gonna
leave me in the poorhouse
It seems like this whole town’s insane
On the thirty-first floor a gold-plated door
Won’t keep out the Lord’s burning rain
On the thirty-first floor a gold-plated door
Won’t keep out the Lord’s burning rain.
