Fred Eaglesmith & Tif Ginn | Encore!

🎵 Fred Eaglesmith & Tif Ginn | Encore! 🎵 - Length: 0:7:17

White Rose - Written by Fred Eaglesmith Recorded Live December 26, 2025 Live from Norfolk Street is an on-going concert series recorded live at McGonigel's Mucky Duck in Houston, Texas. Our live-streamed concert series is listener supported. For access to our catalog of full length shows, extras, encores, and interviews, become a contributing member at: https://livefromnorfolkstreet.com/ Lyrics: 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 fifty cents a gallon They'd put it in for you They'd bump 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 Yeah, that ol' White Rose fillin' station's just a memory now