People digging up Main Street
“Men Working”
Says the sign
Tear the old trolly tracks up
In their place a new gas line
Trolly ride was something kind of special
You won’t hear its bell ring anymore
Oh no, no, no
Where is Gunther
Streetcar conductor
He’s gone and swapped his trolly
For the keys to the cage
Gone with Proctor
The old herb doctor
Two fallen children of the age
Well the wagon is shabby
Its wheels are locking with rust
All the horses are long gone
And his books are gatherin’ to dust
Medicine show gets you stoned on snakeroot
Now they call it pharmacology
Oh no, no
Where is Proctor
The old herb doctor
He’s gone and swapped his trolly
For the keys to the cage
Gone with Gunther
Streetcar conductor
Two fallen children of the age