Talkin' Putnam Blues Lyrics - Corey Cyr

'94 born and raised 

Still livin' in this little town these days 

Rockin', rollin', lovin', free 

This town will always be home to me. 

No matter how far I go. 

One of the places to go before you die 

So I've heard and I'm not sure why 

We got the courthouse, St. Mary's steeple 

Known for antiques and loads of old people 

So just antiques I guess 

Summers we got mornin' fog 

Sweepin' up off the Quinebaug 

Rises up over the mills 

And fades off into the hills 

We sure do love that dirty water. 

This little town just moves so slow 

Nobody has their own road to go 

It's such a shame 

Everyone's song remains the same 

Same shit different day is the saying around here