Pink Houses​

There's a black man with a black cat
Livin' in a black neighborhood
He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard
You know he thinks he's got it so good

And there's a woman in the kitchen
Cleanin' up the evenin' 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 somethin' to see baby 
Ain't that America, home of the free yeah
Little pink houses for you and me (oh yeah, for you and me)

Well there's a young man in a t-shirt
Listenin' to a rock n' roll station
He's got greasy hair, greasy smile
He says Lord this must be my destination

'Cause they told me when I was younger
They said 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 somethin' to see baby 
Ain't that America home of the free yeah
Little pink houses for you and me
Oooh baby for you and me

Well there's people and more people
What do they know know know
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico, ooh yeah
And there's winners and there's losers
But they ain't no big deal
'Cause 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 somethin' to see baby 
Ain't that America home of the free
Little pink houses for you and me