John Mellencamp "Pink Houses" |
There's a black man, with a black cat, livin' in a black neighborhood He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard You know he thinks he's got it so good And there's a woman in the kitchen cleanin' up the evenin' slop And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin', I can remember when you could stop a clock." Ah but ain't that America for you and me Ain't that America somethin' to see baby Ain't that America home of the free, yeah Little pink houses for you and me oh yeah for you and me Well there's a young man in a t-shirt Listenin' to a rockin' rollin' station He's got ah greasy hair, greasy smile He says, "Lord this must be my destination." 'Cause they told me when I was younger Said, "Boy you're gonna be president." But just like everything else those old crazy dreams Just kinda came and went Ah but ain't that America for you and me Ain't that America somethin' to see baby Ain't that America home of the free, yeah Little pink houses for you and me Ah yeah baby for you and me Well there's people and more people What do they know know know Go to work in some high rise And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico Ooh yeah And there's winners and there's losers But they ain't no big deal 'Cause the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills, the pills that kill Ah but ain't that America for you and me Ain't that America somethin' to see baby Ain't that America home of the free, yeah Little pink houses for you and me, Ooooh Ooh yeah Ain't that America for you and me Ain't that America hey somethin' to see baby Ain't that America oh home of the free Ooh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Little pink houses babe for you and me Ooh yeah, ooh yeah Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |