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Scarecrow on a wooden cross Blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres that used to be my farm I grew up like my daddy did My grandpa cleared this land When I was five I walked the fence while grandpa held my hand Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow This land fed a nation This land made me proud And Son I'm just sorry there's no legacy for you now Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow The crops we grew last summer weren't enough to pay the loans Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring and the Farmers Bank foreclosed Called my old friend Schepman up to auction off the land He said John it's just my job and I hope you understand Hey calling it your job ol' hoss sure don't make it right But if you want me to I'll say a prayer for your soul tonight And grandma's on the front porch swing with a Bible in her hand Sometimes I hear her singing "Take me to the Promised Land" When you take away a man's dignity he can't work his fields and cows There'll be blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow Blood on the scarecrow Blood on the plow Well there's ninety-seven crosses planted in the courthouse yard Ninety-seven families who lost ninety-seven farms I think about my grandpa and my neighbors and my name And some nights I feel like dyin' Like that scarecrow in the rain Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow This land fed a nation This land made me proud And Son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow This land fed a nation This land made me proud And Son I'm just sorry they're just memories for you now Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow Rain on the scarecrow Blood on the plow |
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'Twas a dark stormy night
As the train rattled on All the passengers had gone to bed Except a young man with a baby in his arms Who sat there with a bowed-down head The innocent one began crying just then As though its poor heart would break One angry man said, "Make that child stop its noise For it's keeping all of us awake." |
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Well, I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town Prob'ly die in a small town Oh, those small communities All my friends are so small town My parents live in the same small town My job is so small town Provides little opportunity Educated in a small town Taught the fear of Jesus in a small town Used to daydream in that small town Another boring romantic, that's me But I've seen it all in a small town Had myself a ball in a small town Married an L.A. doll and brought her to this small town Now she's small town just like me No, I cannot forget from where it is that I come from I cannot forget the people who love me Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town And people let me be just what I want to be Got nothing against a big town Still hayseed enough to say, "Look who's in the big town" But my bed is in a small town Oh, and that's good enough for me Well, I was born in a small town And I can breathe in a small town Gonna die in this small town And that's prob'ly where they'll bury me |
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On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown
He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line He looked at the young man who was riding beside him He said I'm old kind of worn out inside I worked my whole life in the steel mills near Gary And my father before me I helped build this land Now I'm seventy-seven and with God as my witness I earned every dollar that passed through my hands My family and friends are the best thing I've known Through the eye of the needle I'll carry them home Days turn to minutes and minutes to memories Life sweeps away the dreams that we have planned You are young and you are the future So suck it up and tough it out and be the best you can The rain hit the old dog in the twilight's last gleaming He said Son it sounds like rattling old bones This highway is long but I know some that are longer By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross the Ohio river The old man kept talking 'bout his life and his times He fell asleep with his head against the window He said an honest man's pillow is his peace of mind This world offers riches and riches will grow wings I don't take stock in those uncertain things Days turn to minutes and minutes to memories Life sweeps away the dreams that we have planned You are young and you are the future So suck it up and tough it out and be the best you can The old man had a vision but it was hard for me to follow I do things my way and I pay a high price When I think back on the old man and the bus ride Now that I'm older I can see he was right Another hot one out on highway eleven This is my life It's what I've chosen to do There's no free rides, no one said it'd be easy The old man told me this my son i'm telling it to you Days turn to minutes and minutes to memories Life sweeps away the dreams that we have planned You are young and you are the future So suck it up and tough it out and be the best you can |
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She calls me up and says baby it's a lonely ol' night
I don't know I'm just so scared and lonely all at the same time Nobody told us it was gonna work out this way No, no, no, no, no I guess they knew we'd work it out in our own way It's a lonely ol' night Can I put my arms around you It's a lonely ol' night Custom made for two lonely people like me and you Radio playing softly some singer's sad sad song He's singing about standing in the shadows of love I guess he feels awfully alone She says I know exactly what he means Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah And it's a sad, sad, sad, sad feeling When you're living on those in-betweens But it's okay It's a lonely ol' night Can I put my arms around you It's a lonely ol' night Custom made for two lonely people like me and you She calls me Baby She calls everybody Baby It's a lonely ol' night but ain't they all It's a lonely ol' night Can I put my arms around you It's a lonely ol' night Custom made for two lonely people like me and you It's a lonely ol' night Can I put my arms around you It's a lonely ol' night Custom made for two lonely people like me and you Yeah, like me and you Yeah, like me and you |
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As I run through this life Sometimes it breaks my heart Seein' old people goin' downtown Stumblin' their way through the dark And the little babies cry For their mothers' warmth Sometimes I feel so helpless I don't know where to start And the face of the nation Keeps changin' and changin' The face of th enation I don't recognize it no more The face of the neation The face of the nation So many lonely people Damn those broken dreams Oh yes it could be r You can say that about anything Some got it worse than me Some got it worse than you You see the people starvin' underneath the tree And you wonder what happened to the golden rule You know babe I'm gonna keep on tryin' To put things right If only for me and you Cause the devil sleeps tonight |
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When paradise is no longer fit for you to live in
And your adolescent dreams are gone Through the days you feel a little used up And you don't know where your energy's gone wrong It's just your soul feelin' a little downhearted Sometimes life is too ridiculous to live You count your friends all on one finger I know it sounds crazy just the way that we live Between a laugh and a tear Smile in the mirror as you walk by Between a laugh and a tear And that's as good as it can get for us And there ain't no reason to stop tryin' When this cardboard town can no longer amuse you You see through everything and nothin' seems worthwhile And hypocrite used to be such a big word to you And it don't seem to mean anything to you now Just try to live each and every precious moment Discouraged by the future, forget your past That's old advise but it'll be good to you I know there's a balance 'cuz I see it when I swing past Between a laugh and a tear Smile in the mirror as you walk by Between a laugh and a tear And that's as good as it can get for us And there ain't no reason to stop tryin' Between a laugh and a tear Smile in the mirror as you walk by Between a laugh and a tear And that's as good as it can get for us And there ain't no reason to stop tryin' No, no. When paradise can no longer amuse you..... |
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| 2:58 |
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All the leaves are green
All my friends are gone I'm livin' in my hometown I can barely get along I feel sorry for myself That's an easy thing to do I feel sorry for the world I feel sorry for you Yes I am a pitiful sight I can't even get one thing right I know just what it's like To be a rider ridin' in the rumbleseat Yes I know just what it's like To be a big time rider in the rumbleseat Well I could have a nervous breakdown But I don't believe in shrinks I should be drunker than a monkey But I don't like to drink Call up some girls But I'm afraid of the phone I'm always talkin' to myself I guess I'm never alone Am I the only one that feels this way I'd buy myself some stylish clothes But I sure hate to pay I know just what it's like To be a rider ridin' in the rumbleseat Yes I know just what it's like To be a big time rider in the rumbleseat The sun is coming up Just goin' to bed I combed my hair with my pillow Still got some dreams left Tomorrow is a new day Gonna make these dreams come true I'm gonna believe in myself I'll tell you what I'm gonna do I'm gonna stop puttin' myself down I'm gonna turn my life around I'll be ridin' high With my feet kicked up in the rumbleseat Yeah we'll go for a drive And we'll be singin' shotgun from that rumbleseat Yes I will blow you a kiss And we'll be ridin' big time in my rumbleseat |
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I've seen the Rollin' Stones
Forgot about Johnny Rotten Saw The Who back in '69 Saw Bobby Seal Talkin' to the Panthers Sayin' just what he had on his mind I saw Marlon Brando On a motorcycle He was actin' out rebellion I saw Rocky Stallone In an X-rated movie Called the Italian Stallion I've seen lots of things But I have not seen a lot of other things (But I know) You've got to stand for something Or you're gonna fall for anything You've gotta stand right up for somethin' Or you're gonna fall....for anything I saw Nikita Khrushchev Kissin' Fidel Castro Saw a man walkin' on the moon I saw Miss America In a girly magazine I bet you saw that too I've seen the London Bridge In the middle of the desert Seen 33 years go by I know the American people Paid a high price for justice And I don't know why Nobody seems to know why I know a lot of things But I don't know a lot of other things...Yeah Yeah Yeah You've got to stand for something Or you're gonna fall for anything You've gotta stand right up for somethin' Or you're gonna fall....for anything Well I've been to Harlem County And I've seen Paris, Texas And I've spent some time in Rome I know a lot of funny people In a lot of funny places But the Midwest is my home We've got to start respectin' this world Or it's gonna turn around and bite off our face You've got to stand for something Or you're gonna fall for anything You've got to stand for something Or you're gonna fall for anything...Yeah Yeah Yeah You've got to stand for something Or you're gonna fall for anything Yeah, you've gotta stand right up for somethin' Or you're gonna fall....for anything |
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They come from the cities
And they come from the smaller towns Beat up cars with guitars and drummers Goin crack boom bam R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A. R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A. R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A., Yeah, Yeah! Rockin' in the U.S.A. Said goodbye to their families Said goodbye to their friends With pipe dreams in their heads And very little money in their hands Some are black and some are white Ain't too proud to sleep on the floor tonight With the blind faith of Jesus you know that they just might, be Rockin' in the U.S.A. Hey! Voices from nowhere And voices from the larger towns Filled our head full of dreams And turned our world upside down There was Frankie Lymon - Bobby Fuller - Mitch Ryder (They were Rockin') Jackie Wilson - Shangri-Las - Young Rascals (They were Rockin') Spotlight on Martha Reeves Let's don't forget James Brown Rockin' in the U.S.A. Rockin' in the U.S.A. Hey! R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A. R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A. R.O.C.K. in the U.S.A. (repeats to end) |
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Well I don't like it when I see your eyes dartin'
Back and forth across the room And I don't like it when I see you doin' dances Baby that I ain't used to But that's the kind of fella I am That's the kind of fella I am I'm a jealous kinda fella And I might fall in love with you I'm a jealous kinda fella And I just might fall in love with you Hey Well I don't like it when you try to impress me With your daddy's jewels and his car And I don't like it when I hear you talkin' 'Bout your ex-boyfriend the movie star What I like is when you walk me home And you let me hold you tight But I don't like it when I hear that you learned All this from some other guy But that's the kind of fella I am That's the kind of fella I am I'm a jealous kinda fella And I might fall in love with you I'm a jealous kinda fella And I just might fall in love with you Hey So look out But that's the kind of fella I am That's the kind of fella I am I'm a jealous kinda fella And I might fall in love with you I'm a jealous kinda fella And I just might fall in love with you Hey |
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Well, I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town Prob'ly die in a small town Oh, those small communities All my friends are so small town My parents live in the same small town My job is so small town Provides little opportunity Educated in a small town Taught the fear of Jesus in a small town Used to daydream in that small town Another boring romantic, that's me But I've seen it all in a small town Had myself a ball in a small town Married an L.A. doll and brought her to this small town Now she's small town just like me No, I cannot forget from where it is that I come from I cannot forget the people who love me Yeah, I can be myself here in this small town And people let me be just what I want to be Got nothing against a big town Still hayseed enough to say, "Look who's in the big town" But my bed is in a small town Oh, and that's good enough for me Well, I was born in a small town And I can breathe in a small town Gonna die in this small town And that's prob'ly where they'll bury me |
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She had a dream
And boy it was a good one So she chased after her dream With much desire But when she got too close To her expectations Well the dream burned up Like paper in fire Paper in fire Stinkin' up the ashtrays Paper in fire Smokin' up the alleyways Who's to say the way A man should spend his days Do you let them smolder Like paper in fire He wanted love With no involvement So he chased the wind That's all his silly life required And the days of vanity Went on forever And he saw his days burn up Like paper in fire Paper in fire Stinkin' up the ashtrays Paper in fire Smokin' up the alleyways Who's to say the way A man should spend his days Do you let them smolder Like paper in fire There's a good life Right across this green field And each generation Stares at it from afar But we keep no check On our appetites So the green fields turn to brown Like paper in fire Paper in fire Stinkin' up the ashtrays Paper in fire Smokin' up the alleyways Who's to say the way A man should spend his days Do you let them smolder Like paper in fire Paper in fire Stinkin' up the ashtrays Paper in fire Smokin' up the alleyways Who's to say the way A man should spend his days Do you let them smolder Like paper in fire |
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| 3:38 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
Dear Mr. President I live in the suburbs It's a long way from Washington , D.C. Had me a job Workin' for wages Till the company moved out And they forgot about me Can't draw unemployment For some unknown reason My kids are hungry I've got four mouths to feed I go out every day looking for suitable employment Do you think there's something you could do for me Cause I'm Chorus Down and out here in paradise Down and out and I'm on my knees I'm down and out here in paradise Looks like the milk and honey Done run out on me Dear Mr. President I used to be a dancer Got a little bit too old So I became a secretary Married a man In Las Vegas, Nevada And ten years later He ran out on the kids and me Some said I was pretty But those days are over Now I've no place to live And I'm out on the streets Oh, Mr. President Can I tell you a secret I never ever thought that this could happen to me Cause I'm Chorus Dear Mr. President I'm just a young kid I'm in the fourth grade At Riley Elementary My mom and dad's been actin' funny I'm not sure what If it's got something to do with me My daddy's always drunk My mom's a babysitter And I don't like the Russians Cause I hear they hate me Dear Mr. President Can I ask you one question When the bombs fall down Will they hurt everyone in my family Yeah, yeah Chorus |
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| 4:19 |
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A million young poets screaming out their words
To a world full of people just living to be heard Future generations, riding on the highways that we built I hope they have a better understanding (Check it out) Going to work on Monday (Check it out) Got yourself a family (Check it out) All utility bills have been paid You can't tell your best buddy that you love him (So check it out) Where does our time go (Check it out) Got a brand new house in escrow (Check it out) Sleeping with your back to your loved one This is all that we've learned about happiness (Check it out) Forgot to say hello to my neighbors (Check it out) Sometimes I question my own behavior (Check it out) Talking about the girls that we've seen on the sly Just to tell our souls we're still the young lions (So check it out) Getting too drunk on Saturdays (Check it out) Playing football with the kids on Sundays (Check it out) Soaring with the eagles all week long And this is all that we've learned about living This is all that we've learned about living Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out A million young poets screaming out their words Maybe someday those words will be heard By future generations riding on the highways that we built Maybe they'll have a better understanding (Check it out) Hope they'll have a better understanding (Check it out) Maybe they'll have a better understanding (Check it out) Maybe they'll have a better understanding (Check it out) Hope they have a better understanding Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out Check it out |
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| 3:58 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
Suzanne divorced her husband She got the keys to the car and the home But her friends were really his friends No one stops by to see her much anymore So one night she goes back down to the old haunts That once upon a time were her own She didn't know nobody out there no more And the whole experience just made her feel so old She says Chorus I want to live the real life I want ot live my life close to the bone Just because I'm middle-aged that don't mean I want to sit around my house and watch T.V. I want the real life I want to live the real life Jackson Jackson was a good kid He had four years of college and a bachelor's degree Started workin' when he was 21 Got fed up and quit When he was 43 He said, "My whole life I've done what I'm supposed to do Now I'd like to maybe do something for myself And just as soon as I figure out what that is You can bet your life I'm gonna give it hell" He says Chorus I guess it don't matter how old you are Or how old one lives to be I guess it boils down to what we did with our lives And how we deal with our own destinies But something happens When you reach a certain age Particularly to those ones that are young at heart It's a lonely proposition when you realize That's there's less days in front of the horse Than riding in the back of this cart I say Chorus |
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Well, I lived on the outskirts of town
In an 8-room farmhouse, baby When my brothers and friends were around There was always somethin' doin' Had me a couple of real nice girlfriends Stopped by to see me every once in a while When I think back about those days All I can do is sit and smile That's when a sport was a sport And groovin' was groovin' And dancin' meant everything We were young, and we were improvin' Laughin', laughin' with our friends Holdin' hands meant somethin', baby Outside the club Cherry Bomb Our hearts were really thumpin' Say yeah, yeah, yeah Say yeah, yeah, yeah The winter days, they last forever But the weekends went by so quick Went ridin' around this little country town We were goin' nuts, girl, out in the sticks One night, me with my big mouth A couple guys had to put me in my place When I see those guys these days We just laugh and say, "Do you remember when?" That's when a sport was a sport And groovin' was groovin' And dancin' meant everything We were young, and we were improvin' Laughin', laughin' with our friends Holdin' hands meant somethin', baby Outside the club Cherry Bomb Our hearts were really thumpin' Say yeah, yeah, yeah Say yeah, yeah, yeah All right Say yeah, yeah, yeah Say yeah, yeah, yeah 17 has turned 35 I'm surprised that we're still livin' If we've done any wrong I hope that we're forgiven Got a few kids of my own And some days I still don't know what to do I hope that they're not laughin' too loud When they hear me talkin' like this to you That's when a sport was a sport And groovin' was groovin' And dancin' meant everything We were young, and we were improvin' Laughin', laughin' with our friends Holdin' hands meant so much, baby Outside the club Cherry Bomb Our hearts were really thumpin' Say yeah, yeah, yeah Say yeah, yeah, yeah |
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| 4:17 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
If you're feelin' shut down May my thoughts be with you If you're a black man bein' beat down and shoved all around May my thoughts be with you If your world's gettin' a little to tough You know our thoughts are with you Hey, I know that it's crazy out there And my thoughts are with you Chorus We are the people And we live forever We are the people And our future's written on the wind On the wind If you are one of the homeless May our thoughts be with you If you are scared and alone You know our thoughts are with you If you are one of the fortunate ones We all know it's lonely up there We understand that nobody's got it made So our thoughts are with you Chorus You see yourself as a leader May my thoughts be with you If you try to divide and conquer We'll rise up against you We know only the strong will survive But the meek will inherit So if you've got a coat of arms, oh friend I suggest we wear it Chorus |
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Written by: John Mellencamp and George Green
In the shadows of the smokestacks Through the black snow that lay on the land Walked home one winter morning With my life's savings in my hand Maryanne, she's fixin' up some breakfast Got the lights on, on the Christmas tree Sittin' there lookin' up at an angel With something dyin' inside of me Grew up with great expectations Heard the promise and I knew the plan They say people get what they deserve But Lord, sometimes it's much worse than that Maryanne she's takin' in some laundry I got a part-time job at a drive-in stand Oh Lord, what did I do To deserve these empty hands Across the cities, across this land Through the valleys, and across the sand To many people standin' in line Too many people with nothin' planned There's too many people with empty hands Now Maryanne's been cryin' Lord knows I love her the best I can When my pride is bruised and broken She slips her hand into my empty hands Without hope, without love, you've got nothing but pain Just makes a man not give a damn That's no way for us to live We've got to fill these empty hands |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
One man Does his work He's not satisfied Not at all Feels like That he is being used His self respect starts to fall His frustration Runnin' very very high He takes it out On the one he loves Because it's safe And who they gonna tell And he hates the cold-bloodedness That runs inside Chorus Oh yes It's hard times For an honest man Very very very hard times Hard times for an honest man Very very very hard times Sister She's got a lot of pride You can see it when she walks into the room But she's young And she's unaware Of what a brutal world can do to you So she loves a man He lies like a dog Tears her little world all apart So the walls go up For the rest of her days And there ain't no man can touch this girl's heart Chorus So we walk From the front porch to the back yard Just to laugh and say hello and say good-bye But some days are hard, like a soldier's steel-toed boots And the rent we pay to stay here gets high Chorus |
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| 3:29 |
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Written by: John Mellencamp
Got my hands on a little bit of dough So I went to the grocery store And got some steaks to go went by and picked up my gal, Teddi Jo We had ourselves a picnic Beside a dirt road Chorus Rooty toot toot Rooty toot toot We had it made in the shade Like a ball through the hoop Spinnin' and tumblin' inside this hoola hoop Livin' and learnin' Rooty toot toot We laid out a blanket And started a fire Had the radio playin' From inside the car I took off my shirt and kicked off my shoes She read the paper And told me the news She said, there's a lot of people out there Who are at the end of their rope Sometimes baby You've got to lay low Chorus We stayed there all day We both got us some real good suntans I thought that was ok Sometimes life can be so grand We were gettin' ready To shake out of that place When the Illinois state trooper Got in my face He said, You're on private property But once he cooled down he was ok Sometimes you're golden, man That's all I got to say Chorus |
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Well it's another hot day
In Lima, Mississippi. Evan played the harmonica, And the old group sang. Some are laughin', some are crying' Most are still relyin' on the old (damn tar). Yeah in Shannon County, No one's overworked today. There ain't no use to, So they took our dignity and ran away. Well who we are, And we what we achieve, When it comes to (cruzmitat), Well maybe someone will believe, In Shannon County Here in the Midwest, Farm prices are a slow burn. Well I know it ain't my fault, So I reckon it must be my turn. Aimless days, Empty future, Whose got the fizzle, You know we ain't no quitters here In the county. Just keep a talkin', Do you know what I mean? You can keep all those big deals, Don't take away our reason to believe. We can work and we feel, And plant your farm in green, Send soldiers in the world, (And peace signs) keep our dream, We'll just keep on talkin'. |
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Written by John Mellencamp
You used to raise your voice so that it could be heard. You used to shout out your orders, and your word was the final word. Do as I say and not as I do. They've taken your picture off the wall. How does it feel to be the big daddy of them all? You used to chase your women right into your home. You used to tell them you loved them over the telephone. Now they all see through you And you're sinking like a stone. No one's knocking at your door, No one calls, How does it feel to be the big daddy of them all? You're sad and disgusted, Is what you've grown up to be. Bet you had no idea what your dream would turn out to be. But when you live for yourself Hell, it's hard on everyone. But you did it your way and man you did it all. How does it feel to be the big daddy of them all? Now you did it your way and man, you did it all. How does it feel to be the big daddy of them all? |
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| 3:19 |
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Written by John Mellencamp
Sometimes fly a little high, Then you know better dig yourself. Sometimes get a little lost, Then you know you got to find yourself. Happens to everyone and Lord, I don't know why. I want, I want, I need, I need. I want, I want to live, To see it all, Laugh, touch it all. Sometimes we say silly things, And act like two little kids. Like the tail wagging the dog, We both get hurt by what was said, That's okay, that's allright with me, I'd rather fight with you than lay down and die. I want, I want, I need, I need. I want, I want to live, To see it all, Laugh, touch it all. I want, I want, I need, I need. I want, I want to live, To see it all, Laugh, touch it all, To live, to see it all. |
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| 3:41 |
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Written by John Mellencamp
Martha say she don't need no stinking man making no decisions for her. She don't need his money, she don't need him between the sheets, She ain't gonna sleep on the edge of the bed for no stinking man. And that's the way she lives 'cause I saw her last night Pouring water on a drowning man in the moonlight, saying: Hi-de-hi-de-hi, brother, Hi-de-hi-de-hey now, Martha. Hi-de-hi-de-hi, sister. Say what, hey you, look out, Martha. Martha say she don't need no revolver to shoot some idiot down. She can do it with her eyes, she can do it with her smile, She can do it with a conversation just walking down the hall. Man, now ain't that the truth 'cause i saw her take a bite out of Some macho dude laying some corn ball line on her last night, saying: Hi-de-hi-de-hi, brother, Hi-de-hi-de-hey now, Martha. Hi-de-hi-de-hi, sister. Say what, hey you, look out, Martha. Hi-de-hi-de-hi, brother. (Hi-de-hi-de-hi, brother.) Hi-de-hi-de-ho, sister. (Hi-de-hi-de-hi, yeah.) Hi-de-hi-de-hi. (Hi-de-hi-de-ho, yeah.) Hi-de-hi-de-hi, Martha. Say what, look out, shake it up Martha. Martha say say she ain't changin', no nothin' for nobody for no damn good reason. It's the way that she wants it, it's the way that she gets it. Well, the girl loves playing hardball, it leaves me in a no win situation saying: Hi-de-hi-de-hi, brother, Hi-de-hi-de-hey now, Martha. Hi-de-hi-de-hi, sister. Say what, hey you, look out, Martha. Repeat Martha say she don't need no stinking man making no decisions for her. |
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Written by John Mellencamp
Henry worked at Sears or somehwhere, Theo did, too. They both got themselves a van together; Nineteen seventy-two, Ford. Drove around all night long playing music very, very loud. Big noise, all the time; Little legends in a little town. Moments of time they shared together. Moments of time between two friends. Standing on street corners with shirts unbuttoned. There was a moment in time they swore they were friends to the end. Couple of wild boys They told me they could hear the grass grow. Theo used to say, hey Henry, man, I'm screwin' this cat. You're just holdin' it. I never knew what they was talking about But they laughed like they both thought it was funny. Theo and weird Henry went chasing after something And neither one of them believing in nothing. Moments in time they shared together, Called themselves the "He-man women lovers club," Throwin' pop bottles against the wall just to get some attention. There was a moment in time they swore they were friends until the end. Theo's out there living it up doing a little earth shaking -somewhere. Henry sent a postcard from a better place But I can see them both sitting there laughing and breathing. I can still see that smile on weird Henry's face. Moments in time they shared together, Moments in time between two friends. Dancing on that old van with their shirts wide open, That was a moment in time they swore they were blood brothers until the end. |
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Is this your life, Jackie Brown?
Poorly educated and forced to live on the poor side of town. Is this your daughter, Jackie Brown? This pretty little girl In the worn out clothes That have been hand-me down. Is this your wife, Jackie Brown? With sad blue eyes, walking on eggshells so you don't see her frown. Is this your family, Jackie Brown? Dream of vacationing on a mountain stream And giving the world more than it gave you. What ugly truths freedom brings And it hasn't been very kind to you. Is this your life, Jackie Brown? Is this your meal, Jackie Brown? Barely enough, I've seen people throw away more than this out. Is this your home, Jackie Brown? This three room shack With no running water And the bathroom out back. Is this your grave, Jackie Brown? This little piece of limestone that says another desperate man took himself out. Is this your dream, Jackie Brown? Going nowhere and nowhere fast We shame ourselves to watch people like this live. But who gives a damn about Jackie Brown? Just another lazy man who couldn't take what was his. One helluva life Jackie Brown. Forevermore, Jackie Brown Amen and amen - Jackie Brown? |
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Never wanted to be no pop singer,
Never wanted to write no pop songs. Never had no weird hair to get my songs over. Never wanted to hang out after the show. Pop singer (writing) of pop songs. Never wanted to have my picture taken. Now, who would want to look into these eyes? Just want to make it real - good, bad or indifferent. That's the way that I live and that's the way that I'll die (As a) Pop singer (of) pop songs. Pop singer, writing of pop song. Never wanted to be no pop singer, Never want to write no pop songs. Never wanted to have a manager over for dinner. Never wanted to hang out after the show. Pop singer, writing pop songs. Never wanted to be no pop singer, of pop songs. A pop singer. Never wanted to write no pop songs. |
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Written by John Mellencamp
There's a void in my heart I can't seem to fill. Been a parent, had three children And a big house on the hill. Hundred dollar in my pocket And it didn't buy a thing. Now there's a void in my heart And a hole in my dreams. Well I poured miles of concrete And strung wire for telephones, Dug ditches when I was a young boy When I first left my parents' home. Sang my songs for millions of people, Sang good and bad news, Now there's a void in my heart And a fire at my fuse. Well I did everything just like they said So I could find happiness. Went to school and got a college degree And at my job I did my best. As I sit here alone tonight I see a billion just like me With a void in their hearts and running from eternity. There's a void in my heart I can't seem to fill. I do charity work when I believe in the cause But in my soul it bothers me still. Hey, Lord, well you made me like I am. Can You heal this restlessness? Will there be a void in my heart When they carry me out to rest? |
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Written by John Mellencamp
The old paper mill stinks up the beaches As I walk along the ocean shore. I'm just a plain man, thoughts full of creases, Haven't accomplished much, but I dream of more. Mansions in heaven, I see myself walking with the King. The angels are descending to wrap me up in red velveteen. I don't control much of my home life, I'm not an old man but I'm not young anymore. Haven't kept in contact with any of my good friends, So I live with strangers and sleep on another man's floor. Mansions in heaven, I see myself walking with the King. The angels are descending to wrap me up in red velveteen. As I pack my suit bag 'cause soon I'll be leaving, Going back to the earth which is where I come from. Withstood the heartache, Kept on believing, It ain't winning or losing Just the singing of the song. Mansions in heaven, I see myself walking with the King. Mansions in heaven. The old paper mill stinks up the beaches As I walk along the ocean shore. |
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| 3:33 |
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Written by John Mellencamp
Never give an inch, that's what I say, son. When it's too tough for everybody else, Hell, it's just right for me. Now, my lips are bleeding From the selfish things that I've done, And my heart it lies at the bottom of the ocean. Sometimes a great notion... Wanted to make love to my girl In the backseat of my car. So, I took her to the drive-in picture show. So, I filled her up with Lies and a strong love potion And I'm sittin' here watching the movie alone. Sometimes a great notion... Sometimes the best plans Have been known to go astray. So, you better put your seatbelt on. Just like your worst headache, Well, a bad day don't go away. And, you hit the ground running against your emotions. Sometimes a great notion... Sometimes a great notion... |
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Written by John Mellencamp
Country gentleman walked a crooked mile, Got our money in his pocket. Did it all with a very handsome smile. Now, he's livin' it up in a great big office. He ain't a-gonna help no poor man. He ain't a-goona help no poor man. He ain't a-gonna help no poor man. He's just gonna help his rich friends. He ain't a-gonna help no women. He ain't a-gonna help no children. He's just gonna help his rich friends. Country gentleman, we see him on T.V., Glad handin' folks and chattin' to the nation. We never knew what really to believe. Just word upon slogan with emotional connection. Chorus: He ain't a-gonna help no poor man. He ain't a-gonna help no children. He ain't a-gonna help no women. He's just gonna help his rich friends. And in the papers all we'd ever read is So and so big-shot signed his resignation. Now, country gentleman he wants us to believe That he's kind and honest with the best intentions. Chorus Country gentleman, now there's a bird that flew High above his nation, prayed on its weakness. Picked our bones and threw it in his stew. Thank God he went back to California. Chorus |
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Written by John Mellencamp
Virginia's in the bath house sayin', "Don't drink the water," And I'm already in the swimmin' pool. The woman in the straw hat said, "The meat ain't worth eatin'," And sunbathin' here, baby, ain't so cool. There's a hole in the ozone and the rats all got cancer From too much tartar and nicotine. Well, what kind of world do we live in When the babysitter treats all the kids so mean? No trespassing will blow your brains out, Will do it with atomic bomb. They're cuttin' down the rain forest and the food here's fattenin', And I hope there's no satanic message in this song. But, there's Live Aid and Farm Aid and all kind of hand grenades To help us all get along. Well, what kind of world do we live in When ev'rything we do turns out so wrong? Well, what kind of world do we live in When eleven and seven equals two? Yeah. What kind of world do we live in When you do it to your buddy 'fore he does it to you? Got to do it to your buddy 'fore he does it to you. The preacher he hands out verse and scripture Just like he wrote it down himself. Doctors and lawyers got a good thing going, But that ain't no place to go if you need help. There's too much sodium in my heartburn medicine And I think I need to lay down for awhile. Well, what kind of world do we live in When ev'rything we do we do with such style? Well, what kind of world do we live in When eleven and seven equals two? Yeah. What kind of world do we live in When you do it to your buddy 'fore he does it to you? Got to do it to your buddy 'fore he does it to you. |
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Is this your life, Jackie Brown?
Poorly educated and forced to live on the poor side of town. Is this your daughter, Jackie Brown? This pretty little girl In the worn out clothes That have been hand-me down. Is this your wife, Jackie Brown? With sad blue eyes, walking on eggshells so you don't see her frown. Is this your family, Jackie Brown? Dream of vacationing on a mountain stream And giving the world more than it gave you. What ugly truths freedom brings And it hasn't been very kind to you. Is this your life, Jackie Brown? Is this your meal, Jackie Brown? Barely enough, I've seen people throw away more than this out. Is this your home, Jackie Brown? This three room shack With no running water And the bathroom out back. Is this your grave, Jackie Brown? This little piece of limestone that says another desperate man took himself out. Is this your dream, Jackie Brown? Going nowhere and nowhere fast We shame ourselves to watch people like this live. But who gives a damn about Jackie Brown? Just another lazy man who couldn't take what was his. One helluva life Jackie Brown. Forevermore, Jackie Brown Amen and amen - Jackie Brown? |
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