On the skirts of my hometown Where the Brackenrig Creek runs All the locals spend their Sundays Polishing their guns When the main street lights come up Godspeed if you ain't home You'll be drowning in the moon You'll be shining bright as chrome God loves me Homesick Josephine She's been flirting with the law He's got his hand right up her skirt All the way to Arkansas Make way for little Sam He's gonna make himself at home Where the fire escape is broke And the girls are out on loan God loves me God loves me Now there's a bruiser in the lot And he's barking up some tree 'Cause she's the prettiest girl around She's got them lining up til three But don't you ever fall in love With a girl who works the clock If you dare to carry on She'll leave you howling in the lot God loves me God loves me God loves me God loves me