The Beaufort Blues Poem by Raymond Jimison

We got jewelry in the attic.
We got diamonds in the ground.
We got perverts in the park.
We a nice little town.

We got haughty, haughty children,
who never go away.
And if you got some money,
we'll even let you stay.

We got the Beaufort blues,
I say the Beaufort blues.
Times are a changing.
That's just bad news.

We got tourists in our yards.
We got buses all around.
Taxes are aclimbing.
Let's annex some more ground.

We got schools we don't need.
They say we need some more.
But let's not talk about it.
We'll put a notice on your door.

The Beaufort blues.
Times they are achanging.
That's just bad news.

We got shanties 'bout downtown.
The builders are adroolin'.
Let's put it to the zoners,
I'm sure we'll get a rulin'.

'Build it long', says Coastal boss.
We don't need no bridges.
Don't need no ferry boats.
Just walk your dock, and step across.

Times are achanging.
Oh say it ain't so.