Somewhere In America There's A Street Named After My Dad Lyrics

Song	Somewhere In America There's A Street Named After My Dad
Artist	Was (Not Was)
Album	Hello Dad...I'm In Jail
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	作词 : Was, Was
	At night only crickets
	No prowlers, no sirens
	No pinky ring hustlers
	No angel dust Byrons
	No bars on the windows
	No sabre-toothed neighbors
	Just good simple folks
	In a rainbow of flavors
	Somewhere in America
	There's a street named after my dad
	And the home we never had
	I work for Mr. Fowler
	Making 50 cents an hour
	And I'll save what I can
	So I can get a piece of land
	I'll raise some cows and carrots
	Get ahead on my own merits
	And if I fall I'll take it like a man
	Somewhere in America
	There's a street named after my dad
	And the home we never had
	No more bland TV dinners
	No ten-car collisions
	No showbiz beginners
	Making global decisions
	No day care Fellinis
	No fast food assassins
	No billboard bikinis
	Just truth and compassion
	Somewhere in America
	There's a street named after my dad
	And the home we never had
	The home we never had
	Somewhere in America

	zuo ci : Was, Was
	At night only crickets
	No prowlers, no sirens
	No pinky ring hustlers
	No angel dust Byrons
	No bars on the windows
	No sabretoothed neighbors
	Just good simple folks
	In a rainbow of flavors
	Somewhere in America
	There' s a street named after my dad
	And the home we never had
	I work for Mr. Fowler
	Making 50 cents an hour
	And I' ll save what I can
	So I can get a piece of land
	I' ll raise some cows and carrots
	Get ahead on my own merits
	And if I fall I' ll take it like a man
	Somewhere in America
	There' s a street named after my dad
	And the home we never had
	No more bland TV dinners
	No tencar collisions
	No showbiz beginners
	Making global decisions
	No day care Fellinis
	No fast food assassins
	No billboard bikinis
	Just truth and compassion
	Somewhere in America
	There' s a street named after my dad
	And the home we never had
	The home we never had
	Somewhere in America

	zuò cí : Was, Was
	At night only crickets
	No prowlers, no sirens
	No pinky ring hustlers
	No angel dust Byrons
	No bars on the windows
	No sabretoothed neighbors
	Just good simple folks
	In a rainbow of flavors
	Somewhere in America
	There' s a street named after my dad
	And the home we never had
	I work for Mr. Fowler
	Making 50 cents an hour
	And I' ll save what I can
	So I can get a piece of land
	I' ll raise some cows and carrots
	Get ahead on my own merits
	And if I fall I' ll take it like a man
	Somewhere in America
	There' s a street named after my dad
	And the home we never had
	No more bland TV dinners
	No tencar collisions
	No showbiz beginners
	Making global decisions
	No day care Fellinis
	No fast food assassins
	No billboard bikinis
	Just truth and compassion
	Somewhere in America
	There' s a street named after my dad
	And the home we never had
	The home we never had
	Somewhere in America

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