Lyrics
Well, there's a black man with a black cat
Livin' in a black neighborhood
He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard
You know he thinks he's got it so good
And there's a woman in the kitchen
Cleanin' up the evenin' slop
And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin'
I can remember when you could stop a clock"
Aw, 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, for you and me
Well, there's a young man in a t-shirt
Who listen to a rockin' 'n' rollin' station
He's got a greasy hair, greasy smile
He says, "Lord this must be my destination"
'Cause they told, me when I was younger
Said the boy, "You're gonna be president"
But just like everything else those old crazy dreams
Just 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
A livin' baby for you and me
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, ooh yeah
And there's winners and there's losers
But they ain't no big deal
'Cause the simple man, baby
Pays the thrills, the bills, the pills that kill
Aw, 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, ooh
Ooh, yeah
Ain't that America for you and me
Ain't that America, hey we're somethin' to see, baby
(Ain't that America) oh, the home of the free
Ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Little pink houses, babe, for you and me
Ooh, yeah
Ooh, yeah
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