White Rose

Yeah, the whole town came out to watch

They paved the parking lot

Somebody hung a ribbon up

And then they cut it down

And that big white rose up on that sign

Put innocence in all our lives

We could see its neon light

Half a mile out

Gas was fifty cents a gallon

They'd put it in for you

They'd pump your tires and check your oil

And wash your windows too

And we'd shine those cars bright as bright

We'd go park underneath that light

Stare out at the prairie skies

There was nothing else to do

Now there's plywood for glass

Where the windows all got smashed

And there's just a chunk of concrete

Where those old pumps used to stand

There's a couple of cars half out of the ground

And that old sign still spins round and round

I guess the White Rose Filling Station's just a memory now

And the girls would spend a couple of bucks

Just to meet the boys working at the pumps

But they grow up and fall in love

And they've all moved away

Strangers used to stop and ask

How far they'd driven off the map

And then they built that overpass

And now they stay out on the highway

'Cause there's plywood for glass

Where the windows all got smashed

And there's just a chunk of concrete

Where those old pumps used to stand

There's a couple of cars half out of the ground

And that old sign still spins round and round

I guess the White Rose Filling Station's just a memory now

That neon sign was the heart and soul

Of this old one horse town

And it's like it lost its will to live

The day they shut it down

Now there's plywood for glass

Where the windows all got smashed

And there's just a chunk of concrete

Where those old pumps used to stand

There's a couple of cars half out of the ground

And that old sign still spins round and round

I guess the White Rose Filling Station's just a memory now

Yeah, that old White Rose Filling Station's just a memory now