(Michael Weston King / Lou Dalgleish)

They’re widening the road by the old Texaco
From two lanes to four now, the cars will go
Rolling past our town
And no-one will know that we’re here

The old wooden church is just splinters on the ground 
They hung up a “Closed” sign at the lost and found
Well, I’m missing something
But, what it is has not become clear
How about it, will you visit me here?

Oh, Texaco, you brought us to our knees
For every soul that landed here, a hundred more would flee
Now it’s too late to take us back to how it was before
No-one wants to stop here anymore, oh brother
No-one comes here anymore

The old picket fence was white, now it’s grey
Once neighbours talked over, now there’s nothing left to say
We’ve sold the family silver
But, there’s gold still buried underground
How about it, will you still come around?

Oh, Texaco, you brought us to our knees
For every soul that landed here, a hundred more would flee
Now it’s too late to take us back to how it was before
No-one wants to stop here anymore
No-one comes here anymore

What ever happened to The Megawatt Valley?
It pumped out the sounds to the avenues and alleys
Carry us back to Wolfman Jack, who soundtracked our days
50,000 watts from that old Shreveport tower
From Main Street to farm yards, The Wolf rocked the hour

There’s peace in the valley because there’s no-one around
Everyone’s gone driving to those heart attack towns
I still miss you girl
But not as much as I miss my home town
How about if I still come around?

Oh, Texaco, you brought us to our knees
For every soul that landed here, a hundred more would flee
Now it’s too late to take us back to how it was before
No-one wants to stop here anymore, oh brother
No-one comes here anymore