Buzz Clifford - Proctor & Gunther Lyrics
People digging up Main Street“Men Working”Says the signTear the old trolly tracks upIn their place a new gas lineTrolly ride was something kind of specialYou won’t hear its bell ring anymoreOh no, no, noWhere is GuntherStreetcar conductorHe’s gone and swapped his trollyFor the keys to the cageGone with ProctorThe old herb doctorTwo fallen children of the ageWell the wagon is shabbyIts wheels are locking with rustAll the horses are long goneAnd his books are gatherin’ to dustMedicine show gets you stoned on snakerootNow they call it pharmacologyOh no, noWhere is ProctorThe old herb doctorHe’s gone and swapped his trollyFor the keys to the cageGone with GuntherStreetcar conductorTwo fallen children of the age