John Mellencamp - Pink Houses

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, oh Well, there's a young man in a t-shirt Listenin' to a rockin' rollin' station He's got his greasy hair, greasy smile He says Lord this must be my destination 'Cause they told me when I was younger Said boy, you're gonna be president But 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, little 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 for thrills, with bills, with 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