This is the sad and funny tale of the township of w3bville
Up here where the road came to its definitive end
near the entrance to the old abandoned silver mine
The residents of w3bville were good
honest folks and they liked their township
And while a and sentimental soul grace was not for sale
though no elm tree had ever cast its shadow in w3bville
they saw no reason to change anything
That afternoon the radio was playing softly