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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
John Mellencamp
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