From the albums DOWN HOME (1970) and SEALS AND CROFTS I AND II (1974)

Have you been down to Tin Town, where dreams in cans once were drowned
A snag somewhere in someone's life caught him there, pulled him to strife
A bottle here, and there are left. Many broken, the air is deaf
With non-understanding vows, remember tears upon their brows
In Tin Town, has-been town. Tin Town, has-been town

A tiny flag upon a mast, where camptown children played in past
A river winding through the trees. Banks eroded, extreme degrees
Once a place to be baptized, when pentecostal need arise
A shank or two with rotted plank. A fish or two, their eyes are blank
In Tin Town, has-been town. Tin Town, has-been town

Well I been down to Tin Town, where once a boy I did fall down
And cut my arm on piled up junk. I wrapped it up and I hailed a drunk
He carried me three miles to home, where daddy said I was cut to the bone
The doctor washed his hands and said, "Five more minutes, the boy'd been dead."
Down where people lose their heads
In Tin Town, has-been town. Tin Town, has-been town. I know you well

Well I live here in Tin Town. Not many people come around
When when they do I smile at them. And say, "Hello, it's a mighty hot day
Can you spare a man a dime? I got thirty cents and I can buy some wine
I'm livin' in my childhood schemes. Please, mister, you can make my dreams (you can make my dreams!)."
In Tin Town, has-been town. Tin Town, has-been town
It's my home. It's my home. It's my home. It's my home