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John Mellencamp

Chestnut Street Revisited

Chestnut Street Revisited

(album: Chestnut Street Incident - 1976)

Well I've lived and breathed and been disbelieved
In these small town streets too long
I've held nothing 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 being used like a toy
And working a nine to five

Well I worked like a fool 'til after done with high school
Just to form a rock and rolling 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 being used like a toy
And doing what other people say

Well I've drooled and fooled and been ridiculed
For having 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 being used like a toy
And living 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 blowing 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 being 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 hoping and wishing 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 finding 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 being used like a toy
And waiting on my pay day

I'm just a small town boy being used like a toy
And waiting on my pay day

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