John Mellencamp - Pink Houses
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
Cleaning up evening slop
And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin'
I can remember when you could stop a clock"
Oh, 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
Eh
Well, there's a young man in a t-shirt
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 gon' be president"
But just like everything else, those old crazy dreams
Just kinda came and went
Oh, 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, baby, 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 the thrills
The bills, the pills that kill
Oh, 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
Ooh
Ooh yeah
Ain't that America for you and me?
Ain't that America
Hey, well, somethin' to see, baby?
Ain't that America
Oh, well, the home of the free
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little pink houses, baby, for you and me
Ooh yeah
Ooh yeah
Written by:
John Mellencamp
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