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 that 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"
Oh, but ain't that America
For you and me
Ain't that America
Something to see, baby
Ain't that America
Home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me
Well, there's a young man in a t-shirt
Listenin' to a rock 'n' roll station
He's got 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 just kinda came and went
Oh, but ain't that America
For you and me
Ain't that America
Something to see, baby
Ain't that America
Home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me
Oh, baby
Well, there's people and more people
What do they know, know, know?
Go to work at some high rise
Vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico
And there's winners and there's losers
But they ain't no big deal
'Cause the simple man, baby, pays for thrills
And the bills and the pills that kill
Oh, but ain't that America
For you and me
Ain't that America
Something to see, baby
Ain't that America
Home of the free, yeah
Oh, little pink houses for you and me
Oh, ooh-ooh
Little pink houses for you and me, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me
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