Henrietta, Indiana

Henrietta, Indiana mill town

Locked the factory down and shut it up tight

My daddy and my brother and sixteen-hundred others

Lost everything they had in the night

Daddy got a taste for the hard stuff

Henrietta, Indiana was dry

We'd ride out to Putney, he'd tell me he loved me

The drive home was always so quiet

He had a devil in his eye, eye

Like a thorn in the paw

Disregard for the law

Disappointment to the Lord on high

My brother practiced preaching in the basement

Perspiration on his face 'til I knew

That something was missing, his spirit was willing

He could not believe it was true

"Blessed be the poor," he said

"Your treasure is on high."

All of Henrietta, Indiana heard me Hallelujah

When I finally saw the devil in his eyes

Oh, the devil in his eye, eye

Like a thorn in the paw

Disregard for the law

Disappointment to the Lord on high

I was coming home late

From a midnight to eight

The radio said they'd ID'd the plates

Left three men dead

Made their escape

"By now," said the sheriff

"They'll be in the next state."

"Will we be able to catch them?"

"Can they bring the dogs in?"

"Can they call up the Bureau?"

"Do they have next-of-kin?"

Cameras came to my door

I opened it wide

They thought I was crying

It was something in my eye, eye, eye

Eye, eye, eye, oh

At night I leave a bottle on the table

The Bible open to the Sermon on the Mount

Blessed be the poor of Henrietta, Indiana

But happy are the ones that get out

I think I'll drive over to Putney

The store'll be open 'til twelve

The empty parking lot, the lights, the lonely kid, the register

I see it all clear as a bell

I got a devil in my eye, eye

Like a thorn in the paw

Disregard for the law

Disappointment to the Lord on high

Eye, eye

Like a thorn in the paw

Disregard for the law

Disappointment to the Lord on high