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James McMurtry

Beautiful fall evening, egg fired up and listening to James McMurtry, sipping on some Maker's. You guys from Texas have a helluva songwriter on your hands with this guy. My grandmother turns 83 tomorrow and I'm spending the weekend with her. Life is good.

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Johnson, Navin R... Sounds like a typical bastard.

 

Belmont, NC

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  • He's a good one :)

    Choctaw Bingo, Baby



  • warwomanwarwoman Posts: 186

    One of my favorites....We Can't Make It Here"...

    "We Can't Make it Here"
    Lyrics

    Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
    Sitting there by the left turn line
    Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze
    One leg missing, both hands free
    No one's paying much mind to him
    The V.A. budget's stretched so thin
    And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war
    We can't make it here anymore

    That big ol' building was the textile mill
    It fed our kids and it paid our bills
    But they turned us out and they closed the doors
    We can't make it here anymore

    See all those pallets piled up on the loading dock
    They're just gonna set there till they rot
    'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
    Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
    Empty storefronts around the square
    There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
    You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score
    We can't make it here anymore

    The bar's still open but man it's slow
    The tip jar's light and the register's low
    The bartender don't have much to say
    The regular crowd gets thinner each day

    Some have maxed out all their credit cards
    Some are working two jobs and living in cars
    Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
    If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEO
    See how far 5.15 an hour will go
    Take a part time job at one of your stores
    Bet you can't make it here anymore

    High school girl with a bourgeois dream
    Just like the pictures in the magazine
    She found on the floor of the laundromat
    A woman with kids can forget all that
    If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
    Forget the career, forget about school
    Can she live on faith? live on hope?
    High on Jesus or hooked on dope
    When it's way too late to just say no
    You can't make it here anymore

    Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
    Just like the ones we made before
    'Cept this one came from Singapore
    I guess we can't make it here anymore

    Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
    Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
    Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today
    No I hate the men sent the jobs away
    I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
    All lily white and squeaky clean
    They've never known want, they'll never know need
    Their sh@# don't stink and their kids won't bleed
    Their kids won't bleed in the da$% little war
    And we can't make it here anymore

    Will work for food
    Will die for oil
    Will kill for power and to us the spoils
    The billionaires get to pay less tax
    The working poor get to fall through the cracks
    Let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake
    Let 'em eat sh$%, whatever it takes
    They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps
    If they can't make it here anymore

    And that's how it is
    That's what we got
    If the president wants to admit it or not
    You can read it in the paper
    Read it on the wall
    Hear it on the wind
    If you're listening at all
    Get out of that limo
    Look us in the eye
    Call us on the cell phone
    Tell us all why

    In Dayton, Ohio
    Or Portland, Maine
    Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
    That's done closed down along with the school
    And the hospital and the swimming pool
    Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
    There's rats in the alley
    And trash in the street
    Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
    We can't make it here anymore

    From the Georgia Mountains!
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