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Pink Houses

Theres a black man w black hair livin’ in black neighborhood
He’s got interstate goin through his front yard
You know he think’s he’s got it so good

And there’s a woman in the kitchen clean’ out evenin’ slop
And he looks at her and say “hey darlin, I can remember when you could stop a clock”

But ain’t that America 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

Well there’s a young man, in a T shirt Listen’ to rock & roll station
He’s got a… greasy hair, greasy smile, he says Lord this must me my destination

There’s a time when I was a younger, said boy you gonna be president
But just like everything else those days and dreams , just kind of came and went

But ain’t that America 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 pink house for you and me

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Well there’s people, and more people, what do they know know know ?
Go to work in some high rise, and vacation down in Gulf of Mexico
And there’s winners, and there’s losers, that ain’t no big deal
Cause the simple man baby pays for thrills, with bills, the bills that kill

But ain’t that America You and me
Ain’t that America Somethin’ to see baby
Ain’t that America home of the free 2X
Yeah, little pink houses for you and me