Standard (EADGBE)
4x
There's a black man, with a black cat, living in a black neighborhood.
He's got an interstate running through his front yard;
you know he thinks he's got it so good
And there's a woman, in the kitchen, cleaning up the evening slop.
And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin'
I can remember when you could stop a clock"
Oh, but ain t that America, for you and me?
Ain t that America, something to see baby?
Ain t that America, home of the free?
Little pink houses, for you and me
2x
Well there's a young man, in a tee-shirt,
listening to a rockin' rollin' station
He's got greasy hair, and a greasy smile he says,
"Lord this must be my destination"
Cause they told me, when I was younger,
"Boy you're gonna be President"
But just like everything else those old crazy dreams,
just kinda came and went
Oh, but ain t that America, for you and me?
Ain t that America, something to see baby?
Ain t that America, home of the free?
Little pink houses, for you and me
3x
4x
Well there's people, and more people; what do they know?
Go to work in some high rise, and vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico
And there's winners, and there's losers;
but they ain t no big deal
Because the simple man baby pays for the thrills, the bills,
the pills that kill
Oh, but ain t that America, for you and me?
Ain t that America, something to see baby?
Ain t that America, home of the free?
Little pink houses, for you and me
Oh, but ain t that America, for you and me?
Ain t that America, something to see baby?
Ain t that America, home of the free?
Little pink houses, for you and me
ooooh yeah 4x