The day the paved the parking lot
Somebody hung a ribbon up,
And then they cut it down
And that big white rose upon that sign
Put innocence in all our lives
We could see its neon light
from half a mile out
Gas was .50 cents a gallon
They'd put it in for you
they'd b**p your tires and check your oil,
And wash your windows too
And We'd shine those cars bright as bright
We'd go park underneath that light
Stare out at the prairie sky
There was nothing else to do
And now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk a'concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple a'cars half outta the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now
And the girls would spend a couple of bucks
Just to meet the boys workin' at the pumps
And we'd pull up and fall in love
And they've all moved away
Strangers used to stop and ask
How far they've driven off the map
And then they built that overpass
And now they stay out on the highway
'Cause there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk a'concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple a'cars half outta the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now
And that neon sign was the heart and soul
of this ol' one horse town
And it's like it lost its will to live
The day they shut it down
And now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk a'concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple a'cars half outta the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now
Yea that ol' White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now
Somebody hung a ribbon up,
And then they cut it down
And that big white rose upon that sign
Put innocence in all our lives
We could see its neon light
from half a mile out
Gas was .50 cents a gallon
They'd put it in for you
they'd b**p your tires and check your oil,
And wash your windows too
And We'd shine those cars bright as bright
We'd go park underneath that light
Stare out at the prairie sky
There was nothing else to do
And now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk a'concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple a'cars half outta the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now
And the girls would spend a couple of bucks
Just to meet the boys workin' at the pumps
And we'd pull up and fall in love
And they've all moved away
Strangers used to stop and ask
How far they've driven off the map
And then they built that overpass
And now they stay out on the highway
'Cause there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk a'concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple a'cars half outta the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now
And that neon sign was the heart and soul
of this ol' one horse town
And it's like it lost its will to live
The day they shut it down
And now there's plywood for glass
Where the windows all got smashed
And there's just a chunk a'concrete
Where those old pumps used to stand
There's a couple a'cars half outta the ground
And that old sign still spins 'round 'n 'round
I guess the White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now
Yea that ol' White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now