Текст песни John Hiatt - Native Son
John Hiatt - Native Son слова песни
You finally found the mainstreamIn the middle of your lifeYou tapped into a veinOf endless gold chainsNow youre locked up tightTearing down the middle of itSplitting it right in halfBobbing up and down the wavesLike a runaway slaveOn a huck finn raftChorus:Take your wifeTake your familyTake your gunRunning through the woodsAnd the burned out neighborhoodsLooking for someoneA member of your tribeA place you can hidetil the war has beguncause in the fields before the floodYoull be spilling bloodLike a native sonWhere you gonna run toThere aint no undergroundIf only you could flyYoud cut across the skyLike a rifle roundOh, who are your peopleAnd where is your homelandcause theyre dying side by sideAt the river of prideWhere we tried to take a standChorus twiceIn the fields before the floodYoull be spilling bloodLike a native son