See the moon roll across the stars See the seasons turn like a heart Your father's days are lost to you This is your time here to do what you will do
Hey yea, hey yea, hey yea! Hey yea, hey yea, hey yea! Come on baby, take a ride with me I'm up from Indiana down to Tennessee Everything is cool as can
In a hand painted night, me and Gypsy Scotty are partners At the Hotel Flamingo, wearin' black market shoes This loud Cuban band is crucifying John Lennon
Little ditty about Jack and Diane 2 American kids growin' up in the heartland Jacky's gonna be a football star Diane debutante backseat of Jacky's car
When I was a young boy Said put away those young boy ways Now that I'm gettin' older, so much older I long for those young boy days With a girl like you
Some people ain't no damn good You can't trust 'em you can't love 'em No good deed goes unpunished And I don't mind bein' their whippin' boy I've had
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 that he's
I need a lover that won't drive me crazy I need a lover that won't drive me crazy I need a lover that won't drive me crazy Some girl that knows the meaning
Well, our hearts beat like thunder I don't know why they don't explode You got your hands in my back pockets And Sam Cooke's singin' on the radio You
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
A million young poets, screamin' out their words To a world full of people, just livin' to be heard Future generations ridin' on the highways that we
Well I lived on the outskirts of town In an eight room farmhouse, baby When my brothers and friends were around There was always somethin' doin' Had
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
Have you ever ridden horses through a rainstorm? Or a lion through a busy street bazaar? There are many things I'd love to turn you on to But somehow
Well, the county fair left quite a mess in the county yard Kids with eyes as big as dollars rode all the rides Strip artists and con artists put on quite
Sweet belly of the moment You?ve realized you?ve changed And everything you are after Well, has gone down the drain You?re nothing more than just a drifter
An all white jury hides the executioners face See how we are, me and you? Everyone here needs to know their place Let's keep this blackbird hidden in
I don?t accommodate nobody I just take care of myself Gotta house down on a dusty road I don?t need nobody else I gotta wife and some kids I don?t know
