Chestnut Street Revisited — текст песни (John Mellencamp)





Written by John Mellencamp

Well I`ve lived and breathed and been disbelieved
In these small town streets too long
I`ve held nothin` but aces and been many places
And hung on the corner `til dawn
But my hands have been tied
To a life I`ve been denied
I`m just a small town boy bein` used like a toy
And workin` a nine to five

Well I worked like a fool `til after done with high school
Just to form a rock and rollin` band
But the streets were exploding and my life I was decoding
Had a dream I couldn`t understand
And I work it out everyday
For no fun and very little pay
I`m just a smal town boy bein` used like a toy
And doin` what other people say

Well I`ve drooled and fooled and been ridiculed
For havin` dreams just above my reach
And I`ve lied and died and tried suicide
For all the things you people wanna preach
But I always had to turn the other way
When I heard those homefolks say
(They say) You`re just a small town boy bein` used like a toy
And livin` on a day to day

But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks
All those young girls fall back and say
There goes that sleek young silhouette
He don`t drive no Corvette
but he stings just like a Sting Ray
And that`s my only redemption in this house of detention
That keeps me from simply blowin` it all away
`Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat
I say, God don`t take this away

Well by the end of the day, all the kids would go play
And I`d come staggering back home
With a dream in my hand and a master plan
That wouldn`t leave my mind alone
Well I compromised all my schemes
And I fluctuated all my dreams
I`m just a small town boy bein` used like a toy
And nothing is like it really seems

But what a fool I must seem to have all these dreams
And try to live them all through
It`s like a slap in your face, with a mercurochrome taste
When the dream is long overdue
And it seems kinda strange that nobody came
To the game that I have put myself through
And when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat
I say, what the hell can I do

Well I keep hopin` and wishin` that these romantic positions
Gonna help me hide all this pain
And all the hurt that I`ve felt underneath my leather studded belt
Of not findin` my fortune and fame
Some day I`ll blow `em away with the things that I sing and I say
I`m just a small town boy bein` used like a toy
And waitin` on my pay day

I`m just a small town boy bein` used like a toy
And waitin` on my pay day



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