Tekst:
Mellencamp John Chestnut Street Incident

Hey but ain't that the American Dream Some of the girls are out teaching high school biology And all of my boyfriends they work down at Cummmins factory But me I'm still out on the streets

Pretty woman, walkin' down the street. Pretty woman, the kind I'd like to meet, Pretty woman, I don't believe you. You're not the truth. No one could

Oh Sad Lady do you curse your name And how many times have you been ashamed Crazy Lady letting your emotions show It's hard being a woman knowing what

Ah, ah, ah, ah, hey hey hey, yeah Ah, ah, ah, ah, hey hey hey, yeah Hit the road Jack and don't you come back no more Hit that road Jack and don't you

Well, she's fashionably lean Hey and she's fashionably late She'll never gonna wreck a scene She'll never break a date But now she's no drag Just watch

Well I've lived and breathed and been disbelieved In these small town streets too long I've been up with the winners and down with the sinners And hung

Good girls don't stay for breakfast They know it's in poor taste Good girls won't blow your evening With small talkin' chit chat just a waste [Chorus