Ypsitucky Rustbelt Revival

Preacher man was sent to a town ‘twas given up and fallen down
Them other cities called it funny names
He fell in love with the people there, to save them out of their despair
He preached the word to take away their shame.

Ypsitucky Rustbelt Revival, it’s good enough for me!

He preached the word and sang them songs ‘bout judgment day and ‘fore too long
The Good Lord raisin’ folks up from the dead
He put on a show and the people come, they danced and sang and clapped and some
Few folks were maybe hearin’ what he said.

Well them city bluebloods made a scene, said pointin’ out our sins is mean
And you can’t talk about our town like so
Run him out upon a rail, handed preacher man his tail,
they smiled and sang and clapped to watch him go.

Judgment came upon the town, business left and crumblin’ down
Empty houses standin’ like an old grave stone
Everybody left they said and went the way of all the dead
Folks and cities rotten to their bones

The years passed by, the vines grew high, the pot holes filled with grass and clover
The ruins fell down, returned to ground, everything was free and green all over
Preacher come back with a stick and a sack just a crackin’ his knuckles on the railroad track
Looked in the sky with a tear in his eye and he cried…

That preacher man cried them dry bones,
Now hear the word of the Lord!

The remnant come up from the ground, made a big campfire and gathered ‘round
They dance and sang their old past cares away
Each had a part in all the land with chickens and goats and lions and lambs,
Ain’t no wicked people left to have a say.

And they sang Ypsitucky Rustbelt Revival, it’s good enough for me!