John Mellencamp Pink Houses
There s a black man with a black cat Living in a black neighborhood He s got an interstate running through his front yard You know, he thinks, he s got it so good And there s a woman in the kitchen cleaning up evening slop And he looks at her and says: Hey darling, I can remember when you could stop a clock Oh but ain t that America, for you and me Ain t that America, we re something to see baby Ain t that America, home of the free, yeah Little pink houses for you and me, oh for you and me Well there s a young man in a Tshirt Listenin to a rock n roll station He s got a greasy hair, greasy smile He says: Lord, this must be my destination Cause they told me, when I was younger Sayin Boy, you re gonna be president But just like everything else, those old crazy dreams Just kinda came and went Oh but ain t that America, for yo
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