< ♪ > When the sun comes up on a sleepy little town Down around San Antone And the folks are risin' for another day 'Round about their home The people of the town are strange And they're proud of where they came Well, you're talking 'bout Ch-China Grove, whoa ho ho Whoa, ho, China Grove Well, the preacher and the teacher Lord, they're a caution They are the talk of the town When the gossip gets to flyin' And they ain't lyin' When the sun goes fallin' down They say that the Father's insane And dear Missus Perkin's a game We're talkin' 'bout Ch-China Grove, whoa ho ho Whoa, ho, China Grove But every day there's a new thing comin' The ways of an Oriental view The sheriff and his buddies with their samurai swords You can even hear the music at night And though it's a part of the Lone Star State The people don't seem to care They'll just keep on Lookin' to the east < ♪ > A-talkin' 'bout Ch-China Grove, whoa ho ho Whoa, ho, China Grove