Текст песни John Mellencamp - Chestnut Street Revisited
John Mellencamp - Chestnut Street Revisited слова песни
Written by John MellencampWell I`ve lived and breathed and been disbelievedIn these small town streets too longI`ve held nothin` but aces and been many placesAnd hung on the corner `til dawnBut my hands have been tiedTo a life I`ve been deniedI`m just a small town boy bein` used like a toyAnd workin` a nine to fiveWell I worked like a fool `til after done with high schoolJust to form a rock and rollin` bandBut the streets were exploding and my life I was decodingHad a dream I couldn`t understandAnd I work it out everydayFor no fun and very little payI`m just a smal town boy bein` used like a toyAnd doin` what other people sayWell I`ve drooled and fooled and been ridiculedFor havin` dreams just above my reachAnd I`ve lied and died and tried suicideFor all the things you people wanna preachBut I always had to turn the other wayWhen I heard those homefolks say(They say) You`re just a small town boy bein` used like a toyAnd livin` on a day to dayBut you must believe that when I walk down the tracksAll those young girls fall back and sayThere goes that sleek young silhouetteHe don`t drive no Corvettebut he stings just like a Sting RayAnd that`s my only redemption in this house of detentionThat keeps me from simply blowin` it all away`Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heatI say, God don`t take this awayWell by the end of the day, all the kids would go playAnd I`d come staggering back homeWith a dream in my hand and a master planThat wouldn`t leave my mind aloneWell I compromised all my schemesAnd I fluctuated all my dreamsI`m just a small town boy bein` used like a toyAnd nothing is like it really seemsBut what a fool I must seem to have all these dreamsAnd try to live them all throughIt`s like a slap in your face, with a mercurochrome tasteWhen the dream is long overdueAnd it seems kinda strange that nobody cameTo the game that I have put myself throughAnd when I walk down the street in the hot summer heatI say, what the hell can I doWell I keep hopin` and wishin` that these romantic positionsGonna help me hide all this painAnd all the hurt that I`ve felt underneath my leather studded beltOf not findin` my fortune and fameSome day I`ll blow `em away with the things that I sing and I sayI`m just a small town boy bein` used like a toyAnd waitin` on my pay dayI`m just a small town boy bein` used like a toyAnd waitin` on my pay day