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Where Have I Been
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My Favourites If you want, you can sit and listen to what I have to say.
It's nothin' ain't been said before so you don't have to stay.
It don't matter where I'm goin' if I'm on the track.
If I arrive before I get there, hold me 'til I get back.
The people that I live with all make me feel sad.
I feel bad among the good ones and good among the bad.
Success has been my motive. I wonder where'd I fail.
Come rain or shine it always seems there's windows in my mail.
I'm livin' in a race too fast for rats to enter in
Breathin' sighs and tellin' lies and lovin' who I can.
My morals stink. I overthink and don't do what I plan.
It makes me wonder what I done to this here self-made man.
When work is done, should I go out or should I go on home?
It really doesn't matter. Either way I'll be alone.
My wife still goes to work at night and my lover's out of town.
I've got to think of somethin' to do, 'cause you can't keep a good man down.
I'll smoke a joint and take a drink of whiskey on the rocks.
I'll just be gone for a little while. I'm goin' down to Doc's.
I'll smoke and dance and drink a while and maybe play some pool.
If anyone will listen, I'll tell 'em that I'm cool.
Before you know it, it's two o'clock and the bars are pukin' drunks,
And I'm still down here wonderin' about the depths to which I've sunk.
My friends come down about once a month to get me out of jail.
It's gettin' so I don't know if they're payin' rent or bail.
I'm growin' poor and I'm gettin' fat and workin' much too hard
On the home-grown in the attic and the dog shit in the yard.
Four soft and tender loves, now, have I lost to another man.
I've built a plaster world up on foundations made of sand.
So I go downtown at night now to see who I can find
To help me make it through the night with willin' words and wine.
My home life is a hazard and my dog is gettin' mean.
Why am I here when I could be there or somewhere in between?
They tax my house and they tax my job and they tax my property.
They tell me what to smoke and drink and they censor my TV.
I'm livin' in a country that's made for gettin' rich.
I'm spendin' more and gettin' poor and, man, ain't this a bitch.
The folks around here won't have a thing if they don't do somethin' rash.
They'll be goin' down to the grocery store with a wagon load of cash.
They'll go home with a bag or two if they don't buy no meat.
It won't be long before we'll all be wonderin' what to eat.
About two hundred years ago the leaders use to work.
Now they vote themselves a raise and hold their puds and jerk.
Dishonest politicians will keep you on the track.
They'll smile at you and kiss your kids and stab you in the back.
Now they're not all dishonest. What I say is true.
But the honest ones are workin' hard and they're poor like me and you.
We gave the Indian his own land and told him he was free,
Then got him drunk and shot him at Sand Creek and Wounded Knee.
Now the white man has the best land on which to grow his crops
And the Indian has to do his best among the weeds and rocks.
Sometimes it makes me wonder what we're gonna do.
Where have I been all my life and where am I goin' to?
You ask me if I like it here. Well. sometimes I wonder why.
I guess 'cause I'm free to say, "None of your business," and you're free to be satisfied.
