She's got tights on her legs She's got a floppy French hat Voodoo in her eyes An endangered species on her back She talks about the movies She likes
There may come a day when you grow weary Troubled waters stain the paper cup From other venues, other voices carry spilled dreams soaking into thirsty
I bring you renegade stories And you tell me I'm crazy and wild You say that I lack maturity Stop actin' like a child But you know I am a liar And my
Well, I see you've got a new boyfriend Got your mixed-up husband, too I got 25 dollars in my pocket Want me to spend it all on you But I know that you
Diane and Jack went to the movies They went to see Richard Pryor Screamin' on his knees for his lover How could have I been wrong about you? How could
Dear Mr. President I live in the suburbs It's a long way from Washington, D.C. Had me a job Workin' for wages Till the company moved out And they forgot
Cain told Abel, "Brother, you'd better get busy We got watermelon burnin' up out there in the sun" Abel said, "Cain, brother, you're drivin' me silly
JOHN MELLENCAMP - GET A LEG UP Don't look at me, don't touch me Keep your mind straight ahead Don't get no funny ideas about we Or you'll wish that you
(Public Domain) Was a dark stormy night As the train rattled on All the passengers had gone to bed Except a young man with a baby in his arms Who sat
Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card They get up on Sunday, go to church of their choice Come back home, cook out in the backyard And
Ain't no golden gates gonna swing open Ain't no streets paved in natural pearl Ain't no angel with a harp come singin' Leastways not that I knwo if in
One man Does his work He's not satisfied Not at all Feels like That he is being used His self respect starts to fall His frustration Runnin' very very
Drivin' down on a dry summer's day Old Route 66 and I was just a kid Met a pretty little Indian girl ALong the way Got her into my car And tried to give
(Geoffrey Cushing-Murray/Richard Littlefield) Sonny's out strolling, ambling slowly Washed in amber street lights A Mexican wind blows in Takin' ahold
John Mellencamp - Hurts so Good When I was a young boy, Said put away those young boy ways Now that I'm gettin' older, so much older I love all those
I love the things that scare most folks to death But I ain't ever satisfied I'll stay till the end or till I'm gasping my last breath But I ain't ever
I've been walking the streets in the evening Racing through the human jungle at night I'm so confused, my mind is indifferent Hey, I'm so weak, won't
Holly told me, "You better give me a child" I said, "Holly, there's no way We don't even like each other all that much We couldn't make it one more day