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Written by John Mellencamp. . Is this your life, Jackie Brown?. Poorly educated and forced to live on the poor side of town. Is this your daughter, Jackie Brown?. This pretty little girl. In
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Written by John Mellencamp. . Pretty girls in beat up cars. Throwing kisses to the soldiers. Pale blue eyes and whisky bars. The lines on her face say she's getting older. Girl you better reach
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Never looked forward to the future. Never enjoyed where I've been. Couldn't keep my mind in the moment. Never really cared if I had a friend. I always felt like there was something better. Even w
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Put your guns out on the table. Throw your bullets on the floor. This weary old house can't take it anymore. From the ovens in the kitchen. To the chains out in the dirt. Rope hanging in the bedr
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I got a letter this morning. How do. You reckon it read?. "Hurry the gal you love is dead"? I got a letter this morning. I'm wonderin'. How you reckon it read. He say, "hurry, hurry". "On accou
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Written by John Mellencamp. . When Jesus left Birmingham. All the disciples went crazy. When Jesus left Birmingham. All the people went completely nuts. They all busted out on a wild night
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Written by John Mellencamp. . When paradise is no longer fit for you to live in. And your adolescent dreams are gone. Through the days you feel a little used up. And you don't know where your
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I don't accommodate nobody. I just take care of myself. Gotta house down on a dusty road. I don't need nobody else. I gotta wife and some kids. I don't know where they're at. I know many many pe
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I read your letter, darlin'. Tears filled my eyes. All of the promises you made were nothing but lies. So I turned your photograph over face to the wall. And when I dim the lights in my room tonig
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Oh the sun beats down and melts the tar up on the roof, yeah. And your shoes get so hot you wish your tired feet were fire-proof. Under the boardwalk, down by the sea, yeah. On a blanket with my ba
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Look here baby. I'm too embarrassed to talk to you. 'Cause every eye that I see,. Every guy in this room. Is looking to talk, only to you. How do you talk to an angel?. I wish I knew And when th
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Written by John Mellencamp and George M. Green. . On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown. He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line. He looked at the young man who was riding beside him
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I'd like to buy you a cabin cruiser. We could sail around with our time. I'd like to get you, a southern mansion. We could burn it down, down to the ground But I'm moving on down to Jackamo Road.
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Written by John Mellencamp and George Green. . This land today, shall draw it's last breath. And take into it's ancient depths. This frail reminder of it's giant, dreaming self. While I, with
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Written by John Mellencamp. . (Night Slumming - burp 123). Well good evening to, the dirty bordellos. And good evening to, the girls who work uptown. And say hello, well hello, to the gay young
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Seems like. Once upon a time ago. I was where. I was supposed to be. My vision was true. And my heart was too. There was no end. To what I could dream. I walked like a hero. Into the setting
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Farewell Angelina, the bells of the crown. Being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound. Well, the triangles tingle and the trumpets play slow. Say, "Farewell, Angelina, the sky is on fire and
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As you brush your shoes and stand before your mirror. And you comb your hair and *** your coat and hat. And you walk the streets trying to remember. All those wild nights breeze through your mind A
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