INTRO:
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VERSE 1:
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 the evening's slop,
And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin'
I can remember when you could stop a clock."
CHORUS:
Oh but ain't that America for you and me.
Ain't that America. We're something to see baby.
Aint that America. Home of the free, yeah,
Little pink houses for you and me, oh yeah, for you and me
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Well there's a young man in a tee-shirt
listening to a rockin' rollin' station.
He's got greasy hair and a greasy smile he says,
"Lord this must be my destination."
Cause they told me when I was younger,
"Boy you're gonna be president."
But just like everything else those old crazy dreams
just kinda came and went.
CHORUS:
Oh but ain't that America for you and me.
Ain't that America. We're something to see baby.
Aint that America. Home of the free, yeah,
Little pink houses for you and me, oh yeah, 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.
And there's winners and there's losers,
But they aint no big deal,
Because the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills,
the pills that kill.
CHORUS:
Oh but ain't that America for you and me.
Ain't that America. We're something to see baby.
Aint that America. Home of the free, yeah,
Little pink houses for you and me, oh yeah, for you and me