John Rich
John Rich - Shuttin' Detroit Down songtekst
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My daddy taught me In this county everyone's the same You work hard for your dollar And you never pass the blame When it don't go your way Now I see all these big shots Whining on my evening news About how their losing billions And it's up to me and you To come running to the rescue Well pardon me if I don't she'd a tear Cuz they're selling make believe And we don't buy that here Because in the real world they're Shutting Detroit down While the boss man takes his Bonus pay and jets on outta town DC's paying out the banker As the farmers auction ground And while their living up on Wall Street In that New York City town Here in the real world they're Shutting Detroit down Here in the real world they're Shutting Detroit down Well that old mans been working Hard in that plant most all his life And now his pension plans Been cut in half and He can't afford to dye And it's a crying shame Cuz he aint the one to blame When I look down and see his Callused hands Well let me tell you friend It gets me fighting mad Because in the real world they're Shutting Detroit down While the boss man takes his Bonus pay and jets on outta town DC's paying out the banker As the farmers auction ground And while their living up on Wall Street In that New York City town Here in the real world they're Shutting Detroit down Here in the real world they're Shutting Detroit down