Well I come from a small town that has seven prisons
There with anything you can’t get away
My best friend’s in prison for dust in a baggie
I never forget when they took him away

Now daddy won’t you take me back to Ionia County
Down by the Grand river where paradise lay
Well, I’m sorry my son but you’re too late in asking
Mr. Peabody’s cold train done hauled it away

Well the small town gets to many of people
I’ve heard them say it’s like living in hell
My best friend says it ain’t nothing but trouble
While he sleeps in a correctional hotel

Now daddy won’t you take me back to Ionia County
Down by the Grand river where paradise lay
Well, I’m sorry my son but you’re too late in asking
Mr. Peabody’s cold train done hauled it away

Now the tweekers they roam in the daytime, in the night time
They steal from their kin and they murder themselves
It’s just a metter of time before the pigs come to get them
Just to sweep them away like the dust from a shelf

Now daddy won’t you take me back to Ionia County
Down by the Grand river where deep waters flow
Well, I’m sorry my son but those tweekers are friendly
I’m afraid you might turn into one if you go

Now daddy won’t you take me back to Ionia County
Down by the Grand river where paradise lay
Well, I’m sorry my son but you’re too late in asking
Mr. Peabody’s cold train done hauled it away