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There's a black man with a black cat |
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Livin' in a black neighborhood |
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He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard |
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You know he thinks that he's got it so good |
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And there's a woman in the kitchen |
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Cleanin' up evenin' slop |
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And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin' |
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I can remember when you could stop a clock" |
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Oh, but ain't that America for you and me |
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Ain't that America somethin' to see baby |
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Ain't that America home of the free, yeah |
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Little pink houses for you and me |
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Oh yeah for you and me, oh |
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Well there's a young man in a T-shirt |
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Listenin' to a rock 'n' rollin' station |
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He's got a greasy hair, greasy smile |
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He says, "Lord this must be my destination" |
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'Cause they told me when I was younger |
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Said, "Boy you're gonna be President" |
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But just like everything else those old crazy dreams |
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Just kinda came and went |
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Oh, but ain't that America for you and me |
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Ain't that America somethin' to see baby |
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Ain't that America home of the free, yeah |
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Little pink houses for you and me |
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Oh built baby for you and me |
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Well there's people and more people |
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What do they know, know, know? |
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Go to work in some high rise |
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And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico, ooo yeah |
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And there's winners and there's losers |
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But they ain't no big deal |
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'Cause the simple man baby pays the thrills |
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The bills, the pills that kill |
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Oh, but ain't that America for you and me |
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Ain't that America somethin' to see baby |
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Ain't that America home of the free, yeah |
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Little pink houses for you and me, ooo |
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Ooo yeah |
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Ain't that America for you and me |
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Ain't that America hey with somethin' to see baby |
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Ain't that America oh, the home of the free, ooo yeah yeah yeah |
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Little pink houses made for you and me |
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Ooo yeah, ooo yeah |
