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John Mellencamp

Great Mid-West

 

Great Mid-West

(album: John Cougar - 1979)


Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card
They get up on Sunday and go to church of their choice
Come back home cook out in the backyard

And they call this the Great Midwest
Where the cornfields row and flow
They're all 5 years ahead of their time
Or 25 behind, I just don't know

All the young men talk about their 4 wheel drives
And how much money they're gonna make on Friday night
And, they like to brag about how they mistreat their girlfriends
Hey, let's get drunk, party it up, start a fight

And they call this the Great Midwest
Sure make a hell of a car
And the old hearts, they race their way through the night
The upheaval of who they really are

Growing up under normal conditions, television and radio
That's just about all of this whole world
That any of us get to see, get to know

And they call this the Great Midwest
Where you sacrifice your body and soul
And no one really wants to get even
Most of us find it hard enough just letting go

Don't get me wrong I ain't complaining
I ain't bragging nor do I mean to place blame
That's just the way things are around here
And there's a future carrying my name on it
Saying hey man, you gonna stick around here you better get on it
If you're gonna stick around here you better make yourself some real good friends

Well I wasn't born with a silver spoon in my mouth
So I can't talk about the big city life
But if you wanna talk about being bored and running
Away from yourself, hell I talk to you all night

And they call this the Great Midwest
Where living is just getting by
And people trade in their happiness
For a smokestack, a big money deal in the sky

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