Lyrics
There's a black man, with a black cat
Livin' in a black neighborhood
He's got a interstate runnin' through his front yard
You know he thinks, he's got it so good
There's a woman in the kitchen
Cleanin' up the evening slop
And he looks at her and says
"I remember when you could stop a clock"
Aw, but ain't that America, you and me
Ain't that America, somethin' to see, baby
Ain't that America, home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me
There's a young man in a t-shirt
Listenin' to a rockin' rollin' station
He's got a greasy hair an' a sleasy smile
Says "Lord this must be my destination"
Oh, 'cause they told me, when I was younger
They said boy, you're gonna be president
Just like everything else, those old crazy dreams
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, yeah
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, oh-ooh yeah
And there's winners and there's losers
But that ain't no big deal
'Cause the simple man, baby
Pays for the thrills, with bills, and no pills that kill
Oh, but ain't that America, for you and me
Ain't that America, well something to see, baby
Ain't that America, home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses, for you and me, oh yeah
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
We all wanna thank you for supporting us for 25 years
Thank you very much Chicago, thank you
Thank you, so long
(Hey John...)
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