fighting
for the hillbillys
we
feel it ain't the same when the west wind comes round
these
girls they play their games when the rest of the worlds gone to ground
with these
paper cowboy hats and their artificial glow
we'll
wait for the next time out, then we'll hit the road
same
day, same way, up again, fightin for the hillbillys
each
day, i'm afraid, i'm again, fighting for the hillbillys
same
place, same face, same taste, fighting for the hillbillys
same
day, same way, up again, fightin for the hillbillys
fightin
for the hillbillys
we
stole coins from the parking meters food from the resturants
we
took the change from the ice cream man magazines
from the local mart
and
if you waste your last cigarette on a trip to the shopping mall
then
don't complain to the voices that stomp and scream and yell
these
days don't seem so loose as the airport parking lots
where
we guaranteed our coins and paved the streets with plates and pots
now
she works on the southern shore, and she shades her eyes at night
and
she keeps her back to the door and she reads by candlelight
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