| Young girls and porches are filling out | |
| Tempers and torches are burning | |
| Brown is the colour of town | |
| living in thunder | |
| Hair on my top lip now I'm a man | |
| I so often hear and feel it | |
| Nice paying the price for being kept under | |
| Mama says don't hang around that front gate too long | |
| Boys like you who stay too late are surely gonna go so wrong | |
| But Mama there's safety in numbers | |
| It's the first time I've ever felt strong | |
| Delaware Taggett and the Outlaw Boys | |
| Adding a laugh to the Broadway noise | |
| Slipping your mind where your mind don't wanna go | |
| Off-duty porters lay sleeping wives | |
| On-duty daughters are finding | |
| why just touching a boy gives a thrill like a shiver | |
| Whispers and shadows are moving fast | |
| No prizes given to people | |
| last drowned in the past down on the river | |
| chorus |