Lyrics:

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