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| 5:15 | 
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Written by: John Mellencamp
When Jesus left Birmingham All the disciples went crazy. When Jesus left Birmingham All the people went completely nuts. They all busted out on a wild night Riding high on a golden calf. When Jesus left Birmingham All the people had themselves a big long laugh. Well my girl, she's a walker And she can talk herself out of any mess. My girl, she don't pray But somehow she seems still to be blessed. And when those crazy nights come callin', Man, she'll dance on the tables Like all of the rest. When my girl left Birmingham She was doing what she thought was best. It's all free on the inside. I passed a very uncomfortable feeling last night. Save us right now, we need you... To hell with all the lies and liars. Recovery, recovery, I don't know about any recovery. Inside, gotta get inside, Inside. I see myself with a rosary, I'm in a garden and I'm talking to myself. I ain't sayin' much worth repeating, Just askin' for forgiveness and all of his best. When those crazy nights come callin', Man, I'm just as human as I can be. When Jesus left Birmingham He left it there for you and me. When Jesus left Birmingham He left it there for you and me. So let it rock, let it roll, Let the Bible Belt come and save my soul. (Repeat out.) |
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| 2. |
| 4:09 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
They call me Junior. I live here on the street. I earn two hundred dollars a week. I'd like to say "Hey, thanks a lot." I know I'm missin' something But I don't know what it is That I don't got. I sit here watchin' The people down below. I try to imagine The places they may go. I don't know. I stay home a lot. I know I'm missin' something But I don't know what it is That I don't got. I see the world through the TV Guide, What a safe place for me to run. What a small little man I am. I'm afraid of everything From golden rules to airplanes. What a small little man I am. They call me Junior. I'm caught up in this hell. Sometimes I feel better But I never do feel well. Jesus must have one hell of a plan for me. I know I'm missin' something But I don't know what it is That I don't got. And if I have anything to say About judgment day There'll be a crown in heaven For those who live this way. Anyway, You know exactly who you are. I see the world through the TV Guide, What a safe place for me to run. What a small little man I am. I'm afraid of everything From the golden rule to airplanes. What a small little man I am. They call me Junior. I live here on the street. I earn two hundred dollars a week. I'd like to say "Hey man, thanks a lot" My name is Junior (Chorus out) |
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| 3. |
| 5:34 |
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This land, today, shall draw its last breath And take into its ancient depths This frail reminder of its giant, dreaming self While I, with human-hindered eyes Unequal to the sweeping curve of life Stand on this single print of time Human wheels spin round and round While the clock keeps the pace Human wheels spin round and round Help the light to my face That time, today, no triumph gains At this short success of age This pale reflection of its brave and blundering deed For I, descend from this vault, Now dreams beyond my earthly fault Knowledge, sure, from the seed Human wheels spin round and round While the clock keeps the pace Human wheels spin round and round Help the light to my face This land, today, my tears shall taste And take into its dark embrace This love, who in my beating heart endures, Assured, by every sun that burns, The dust to which this flesh shall return It is the ancient, dreaming dust of God Human wheels spin round and round While the clock keeps the pace Human wheels spin round and round Help the light find my face Human wheels spin round and round While the clock keeps the pace Human wheels spin round and round Help the light find my face |
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| 4. |
| 3:52 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
No songs on the stereo That we could sing with anymore. No dance that I can do That would not embarrass you. A sound bite here and there With no reason for me to care. It's just beige to beige, That's all it is these days, Little windows for you to crawl through. You just do what's expected of you. It's just beige to beige to beige These days. Uniforms for this and that, To be in our club you must wear this hat. Charlie's gonna look out for you, You just do what you're supposed to do. You're gonna fit in here Just like you should. Learn the rules and learn them good. It's just beige to beige, That's all it is these days, Little windows for you to crawl through. You just do what's expected of you. It's just beige to beige to beige These days. If you need a thought We'll give it to you. Our statistics show what we do is true. A world without color Is a world without sound, A world to keep the rabble down. So close the deal, close the door. Forget about the colors that you knew before. It's just beige to beige, That's all it is these days, yeah, Little windows for you to crawl through. And Charlie gonna take care of you. It's just beige to beige to beige These days. |
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| 5. |
| 5:14 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
Tony Jones stabbed Alice Jones On their first anniversary Down in Dallas, Texas In a small apartment With nobody present. He pulled out a knife And he stuck it to her. He left her bleeding On the floor in the kitchen With cake on her fingers And her wedding ring holding. In her hand was a note That said the wicked must suffer And he drove off quickly To his girlfriend's apartment. But who really suffers in the end? It's easy enough for us to pretend that Everything's all right with the family. Everything is safe here at home. Everything's all right with the family. The beds are made but there's no sheets on. From the courtroom stand Tony said he was sorry. That he was sad and mixed up, And he didn't know what he was doing, That he'd always loved Alice And he begged for forgiveness. So he threw himself On the mercy of the jury And he told how his father Had beat and abused him Back in grade school In the basement den, And that maybe prison Was the best thing for him. And he said, "Oh God, can you forgive me?" yeah But who really suffers in the end? It's easy enough for us all to pretend that Everything's all right with the family. Everything is safe here at home. Everything's all right with the family. The beds are made but there's no sheets on. How many days does it take to make us weak? And how many hours do people spend lonely? In the heart of the heart the family lay dying The ruin of a nation lies at our feet, yeah. Everything's all right with the family. Everything is safe here at home. Everything's all right with the family. The beds are made but there's no sheets on. (Repeat chorus.) |
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| 6. |
| 3:55 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
Suzanne was the jewel keeper. In a word she stole all the jewels And she took them to a foreign land Which was strictly against all the rules, And she wore them all proudly Like a tiara crown on her head. She slept with them at night. Suzanne and the jewels in a bed. Suzanne and her jewels Livin' on the edge of a friend. Suzanne, how will you sleep at night When they take that crown from your head? Suzanne lived down by the river, The fountain of youth did flow And she played on a steel guitar And the drifters did come and they'd go. And she'd put on her crown And she'd sing them a song And some drifters would stay here the night But they never did stay long. Suzanne and her jewels Livin' on the edge of a friend. Suzanne, how will you sleep at night When they take that crown from your head? This girl flew on the wind, She wrote her own name in the stars. Just goes to show sometimes you win No matter how crazy you are. But a thief can come knocking Even with blood on the door And drink up your fountain of youth And throw your jewels and your crown on the floor. Suzanne and her jewels Livin' on the edge of a friend. Suzanne, how will you sleep at night When they take that crown from your head? Suzanne and her jewels Livin' on the edge of a friend. Suzanne, how will you sleep at night When they take that crown off your head? |
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| 7. |
| 4:51 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
I was loud and a little sad. She was visiting from Atlanta, Georgia. She had come to spend the summer with her dad. I thought she was very pretty. We would kiss and hold hands Every night by the football field. Her body was tan From the afternoons by the public swimming pool. Sweet evening breeze Blows around my thoughts and memories. As I lie here today And drink my tea, I can still see Sweet evening breeze. I saw her in a coffee shop In a big hotel down in Austin, Texas. She had cut her long hair off And replaced it with Blue eyes of sadness. Still acted like we were kids And she told me that she had to marry And she asked me if I did Still remember. Sweet evening breeze Blows around my thoughts and memories. As I lie here today And drink my tea, I can still see Sweet evening breeze. How redundant the future can be. These days of old are very, very Ridiculous for me to see When I think about the real gone stories And how time holds the winning hand. I can tell by the lines on our faces And the young can't understand That they look at me When they look at themselves. Oh, sweet evening breeze Blows around my thoughts and memories. As I lie here today And drink my tea, I can still see Sweet evening breeze. |
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| 8. |
| 5:07 |
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What if I came knocking
On your front door some night? Would you open the window And drop me down the key? What if I came knocking On your bedpost that same night? Would you open up your heart Or try to get the best of me? What if I came knocking On your brain the next day And ask for your truth and your love and your honesty? Would you build up your big walls And try to hide behind that smile Or would you try to pull the wool right over me? So what if I came knocking? (What if I came knocking?) So what if I came knocking? (What if I came knocking?) So what if I came kicking And it scared you a little bit, And I came on strong Would you think That there's something wrong with me? Or could it be your fears Of trying something real Or just afraid to touch a... A guy like me? What if I came knocking? (What if I came knocking?) What if I came knocking? (What if I came knocking?) What if I came knocking On your front door some night? Ah-hah. So let's just say it worked out Like a storybook dream And we lived happily ever after. Fa la la la. But what if I came crying After just a few weeks And said I misread my heart, This is not really meant to be? Yeah. So if you hear some knocking On your window tonight You can bet that it's, uh, probably me. But let it be known That we're just a pair of tumbling dice And the outcome of these crap shoots Is hard to see. So what if I came knocking? (What if I came knocking?) So what if I came knocking? (What if I came knocking?) So what if I came knocking On your front door tonight? Ah-hah. (What if I came knocking?) So what if I came knocking? Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock, knocking (What if I came knocking?) Kick, kick, kick (What if I came knocking?) What if I came knocking On your front porch tonight, tonight? |
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| 9. |
| 3:43 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
He was a good lookin' guy. Stood about six foot three, Long brown hair As nice as he could be. Everybody liked him But he didn't have a clue, He looked silly as hell In those funny French shoes. You know the type Without any heels, Leather soles, Kind of a slip on deal. He was cavalier Whether he'd win or lose But he looked silly as hell In those funny French shoes. I know it's not right To judge a man by his clothes, By the way that he looks Or the people he may know. I'm embarrassed to say If I had to choose I could never really trust Any man wearing those funny French shoes. Funny French shoes, Funny French shoes, No man should be wearin' Those funny French shoes. They look good on a woman's foot. I must say that they do But no guy should be wearin' Those funny French shoes. Get some socks on, man! |
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| 3:35 |
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They are master and slaves We are sunlight and shadow All roads to the river I am lost, I am saved I'm beloved and betrayed All roads to the river And the river runs wide And the river runs deep And I spit in the eye Of safe company When I dive right down To the undertow Well, the deeper I drown Lord, the higher I'll go I am whispering dreams I am howling recolutions All roads to the river I am Valentine sweet And I live in this nightmare All roads to the river And the river runs wide And the river runs deep And I spit in the eye Of safe company When I dive right down To the undertow Well, the deeper I drown Lord, the higher I'll go This is nothing like we planned That's the way it's always been All roads to the river I have hated and I have loved I have prayed and I have sinned All roads to the river And the river runs wide And the river runs deep And I spit in the eye Of safe company When I dive right down To the undertow Well, the deeper I drown Lord, the higher I'll go |
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| 11. |
| 3:57 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
When Jesus left Birmingham All the disciples went crazy. When Jesus left Birmingham All the people went completely nuts. They all busted out on a wild night Riding high on a golden calf. When Jesus left Birmingham All the people had themselves a big long laugh. Well my girl, she's a walker And she can talk herself out of any mess. My girl, she don't pray But somehow she seems still to be blessed. And when those crazy nights come callin', Man, she'll dance on the tables Like all of the rest. When my girl left Birmingham She was doing what she thought was best. It's all free on the inside. I passed a very uncomfortable feeling last night. Save us right now, we need you... To hell with all the lies and liars. Recovery, recovery, I don't know about any recovery. Inside, gotta get inside, Inside. I see myself with a rosary, I'm in a garden and I'm talking to myself. I ain't sayin' much worth repeating, Just askin' for forgiveness and all of his best. When those crazy nights come callin', Man, I'm just as human as I can be. When Jesus left Birmingham He left it there for you and me. When Jesus left Birmingham He left it there for you and me. So let it rock, let it roll, Let the Bible Belt come and save my soul. (Repeat out.) |
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