... heartland feeling

Old man Johnson got his head in his hands
He makes his living singing in a fiddling band.
He's got hair down in his eyes
And his microphone is all covered with flies.
And when he's done singing he goes back to his room
Gets into bed with his cowboy boots
And he picks up a magazine, turns on the TV,
Lights a cigar as he's falling asleep.

He's only a person,
Who doesn't know shit.
Nothing's happening
And that's about it.

Little Rosanna comes from Texarcana
She got 14 dollars wrapped in a bandanna.
She came into town not looking for much
She found a hound dog and she named him Dutch.
She got a job at the arcade taking quarters,
But she was never too good at taking orders.
So one day she stopped handing out change,
Kicked her boss in the shins
And unplugged the machines.

She's only a person,
Who doesn't know shit.
Nothing's happening
And that's about it.

Sam got canned at the cannery
He punched out the clock that night.
He walked home with his knuckles all bloody.
He was cold and he had a headache.
When he got home his wife was cooking some canned beans.
He took all the money out of his jeans
And he lit it on fire in the kitchen sink.
And his wife handed him a drink.

He's only a person,
Who doesn't know shit.
Nothing's happening
And that's about it.

Jane came from a small town
Everybody just standing around.
They got bingo games, and the raffle.
And everybody chewing tobacco.
Well she grew up kinda restless.
All of her boyfriends wanted to be dentists.
And she got a job at the local truck stop,
Grew up fast and never did what she wanted.

She's only a person,
Who doesn't know shit.
Nothing's happening
And that's about it.



Copyright Beck Hanson
Recorded at the Shelter Barnhouse 2001.
Jon Swift: guitar and vocal

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