Fred Eaglesmith Follow

Well the whole town came out to watchThe day they paved the parking lotSomebody hung a ribbon upAnd then they cut it downAnd that big White Rose up on that signWas innocence in all our livesAnd you could see it's neon lightsHalf a mile outGas was fifty cents a gallonAnd they put it in for youAnd they pumped your tires and checked your oilAnd washed your windows tooAnd we'd shine those cars as bright as brightAnd we'd go park underneath that lightAnd stare out at the prairie skyThere was nothing else to doBut now there's plywood for glassWhere the windows all got smashedAnd there's just a chunk of concreteWhere those old pumps used to standThere's a couple of cars half out of the groundAnd that old sign still spins 'round and 'roundBut I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory nowAnd the girls would spend a couple of bucksJust to meet the boys working at the pumpsThey'd grow up and fall in loveAnd they all moved awayStrangers used to stop and askHow far they'd driven off the mapBut then they built that overpassAnd now they stay out on the highwayAnd now there's plywood for glassWhere the windows all got smashedAnd there's just a chunk of concreteWhere those old pumps used to standThere's a couple of cars half out of the groundAnd that old sign still spins 'round and 'roundBut I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory nowAnd that neon sign was the heart and soul of this old one-horse townAnd it's like it lost it's will to liveThe day they shut it downAnd now there's plywood for glassWhere the windows all got smashedAnd there's just a chunk of concreteWhere those old pumps used to standThere's a couple of cars half out of the groundAnd that old sign still spins 'round and 'roundBut I guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory nowI guess the White Rose filling station's just a memory now