| Song | Chestnut Street |
| Artist | John Mellencamp |
| Album | Chestnut Street Incident |
| 作词 : Cougar | |
| Written by John Mellencamp | |
| Well I've lived and breathed and been disbelieved | |
| in these small town streets too long | |
| I've been up with the winners and down with the sinners | |
| And hung on this corner 'til dawn | |
| And my hands they have been tied | |
| To a life I've been denied | |
| I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
| And workin' from nine to five | |
| By the end of the day, all the kids would go play | |
| And I'd come staggering home | |
| With a dream in my hand and a master plan | |
| That wouln't leave my mind alone | |
| I compromised all my schemes | |
| And flucturated all my dreams | |
| I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
| And nothing is like it really seems | |
| (bridge) | |
| But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks | |
| The young girls fall back and say | |
| There goes that sleek young silhouette | |
| He don't drive no Corvette | |
| But he stings just like a Sting Ray | |
| And that's my only redemption in this house of detention | |
| That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away | |
| 'Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat | |
| I say, God don't take this away | |
| I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions | |
| Gonna help me hide my pain | |
| And all the hurt that I've felt underneath my leather studded belt | |
| Of not finding fortune and fame | |
| But some day I'll blow 'em away with the things that I may sing and | |
| might say | |
| I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
| And waitin' for my pay dirt day | |
| I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
| And waitin' for my pay day |
| zuò cí : Cougar | |
| Written by John Mellencamp | |
| Well I' ve lived and breathed and been disbelieved | |
| in these small town streets too long | |
| I' ve been up with the winners and down with the sinners | |
| And hung on this corner ' til dawn | |
| And my hands they have been tied | |
| To a life I' ve been denied | |
| I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
| And workin' from nine to five | |
| By the end of the day, all the kids would go play | |
| And I' d come staggering home | |
| With a dream in my hand and a master plan | |
| That wouln' t leave my mind alone | |
| I compromised all my schemes | |
| And flucturated all my dreams | |
| I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
| And nothing is like it really seems | |
| bridge | |
| But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks | |
| The young girls fall back and say | |
| There goes that sleek young silhouette | |
| He don' t drive no Corvette | |
| But he stings just like a Sting Ray | |
| And that' s my only redemption in this house of detention | |
| That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away | |
| ' Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat | |
| I say, God don' t take this away | |
| I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions | |
| Gonna help me hide my pain | |
| And all the hurt that I' ve felt underneath my leather studded belt | |
| Of not finding fortune and fame | |
| But some day I' ll blow ' em away with the things that I may sing and | |
| might say | |
| I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
| And waitin' for my pay dirt day | |
| I' m just a small town boy bein' used like a toy | |
| And waitin' for my pay day |