Lyrics

In the bluffs, beside the river lies a town with cows and tractors
Visited by railway buffs and civil war re-enactors
But history's passe'; small-town doesn't sell
The tourists from Chicago all go to the Dells

The sign on the highway looks lonesome
Won't you stay for a spell?
The sign on the highway says welcome
Welcome to Boscobel

In the field behind the pine trees, workers lay a new foundation
Ground is broken, ribbon's cut, there are cries of jubilation
The state installs new sewers, Super 8 builds a motel
Highway 61's repaved and Main Street's doing well

The sign on the highway looks hopeful
Won't you stay for a spell?
The sign on the highway says welcome
Welcome to Boscobel

In the shadow of the pine trees, nouveau-country architecture
Hides the city folk who enter there from the free-world-dwelling sector
All are residents of Boscobel according to the census
But no-one in town has seen a face behind the lethal fences

And this palace of concrete is quiet as a grave
Save for the possible rattle of chains
And the rumble of hundreds of hearts that pound
You can hear if you keep your ear to the ground

In the bluffs beside the river lies a town with cows and tractors
Visited by railway buffs and civil war re-enactors
But history's passe'; small-town don't sell
The tourists from Chicago go to Wisconsin Dells