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Mellencamp John The Lonesome Jubilee

A million young poets Screamin' out their words To a world full of people Just livin' to be heard Future generations Ridin' on the highways that we built

Dear Mr. President I live in the suburbs It's a long way from Washington , D.C. Had me a job Workin' for wages Till the company moved out And they forgot

One man Does his work He's not satisfied Not at all Feels like That he is being used His self respect starts to fall His frustration Runnin' very very

She had a dream And boy it was a good one So she chased after her dream With much desire But when she got too close To her expectations Well the dream

Got my hands on a little bit of dough So I went to the grocery store And got some steaks to go Went by and picked up my gal, Teddi Jo We had ourselves