Stomp And Holler

(альбом: KMAG YOYO (& Other American Stories) - 2011)

Oh, Little Johnny caught a bullet last night
Running from the guitar store
He took a left down the alley, guess he should've gone right
Now he ain't taken nothing no more, more, more
Everybody knows it's a hard time
Living with hate and the greed
Most folks earn what they get for a living
Others steal what they need
Down on the corner, already talking
How they're gonna cut theat take
I'm out here just working for a dollar
And all I wanna do is stomp and holler

Oh, eighteen years, eighteen years
That's a long-old time to be
Sitting face down, stoned in the alley
Wondering how to get to that shining sea
Everybody knows it's a hard time
Living on the minimum wage
Ah, some people just gonna sneak on through
Others gotta rattle that cage
One of these days, I'm gonna find my way
Or else just disappear
I'm out here in the filth and squalor
And all I wanna do is stomp and holler

Oh, rock and roll, ache and moan
Listen to the young girls scream
Every time I get a little bit lucky
I gotta wake up from a poor man's dream
Heaven only knows how we get there
After all this trouble and strife
From all I've seen, you only get one shot
At what you're gonna do in this life
Ah, what the hell, I guess I might as well
Take a chance and try my way
I'm like James Brown only white and taller
And all I wanna do is stomp and holler