Lirik Lagu We Can't Make It Here - James McMurtry
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There’s a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard signSitting there by the left turn lineFlag on his wheelchair flapping in the breezeOne leg missing and both hands freeNo one’s paying much mind to himThe V.A. budget’s just stretched so thinAnd now there’s more coming back from the Mideast warWe can’t make it here anymore
That big ol’ building was the textile mill that fed our kids and it paid our billsBut they turned us out and they closed the doorsWe can’t make it here anymore
See those pallets piled up on the loading dockThey’re just gonna sit there ‘til they rot‘Cause there’s nothing to ship, nothing to packJust busted concrete and rusted tracksEmpty storefronts around the squareThere’s a needle in the gutter and glass everywhereYou don’t come down here unless you’re looking to scoreWe can’t make it here anymore
The bar’s still open but man it’s slowThe tip jar’s light and the register’s lowThe bartender don’t have much to sayThe regular crowd gets thinner each daySome have maxed out all their credit cardsSome are working two jobs and living in carsMinimum wage won’t pay for a roof, won’t pay for a drinkIf you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEOSee how far $5.15 an hour will goTake a part time job at one your storesBet you can’t make it here anymore
There’s a high school girl with a bourgeois dreamJust like the pictures in the magazineShe found on the floor of the laundromatA woman with kids can forget all thatIf she comes up pregnant what’ll she doForget the career, forget about schoolCan she live on faith? Live on hope?High on Jesus or hooked on dopeWhen it’s way too late to just say noYou can’t make it here anymore
Now I’m stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart storeJust like the ones we made before‘ Cept this one came from SingaporeI guess we can’t make it here anymore
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skinOr the shape of their eyes or the shape I’m inShould I hate ‘em for having our jobs todayNo I hate the men sent the jobs awayI can see them all now, they haunt my dreamsAll lily white and squeaky cleanThey’ve never known want, they’ll never know needTheir shit don’t stink and their kids won’t bleedTheir kids won’t bleed in their damn little warAnd we can’t make it here anymore
Will work for food will die for oilWill kill for power and to us the spoilsThe billionaires get to pay less taxThe working poor get to fall through the cracksSo let ‘em eat jellybeans let ‘em eat cakeLet ‘em eat shit, whatever it takesThey can join the Air Force, or join the CorpsIf they can’t make it here anymore
So that’s how it is, that’s what we gotIf the president wants to admit it or notYou can read it in the paper, read it on the wallHear it on the wind if you’re listening at allGet out of that limo, look us in the eyeCall us on the cell phone tell us all why
In Dayton Ohio or Portland MaineOr a cotton gin out on the great high plainsThat’s done closed down along with the schoolAnd the hospital and the swimming poolDust devils dance in the noonday heatThere’s rats in the alley and trash in the streetGang graffiti on a boxcar doorWe can’t make it here anymore
That big ol’ building was the textile mill that fed our kids and it paid our billsBut they turned us out and they closed the doorsWe can’t make it here anymore
See those pallets piled up on the loading dockThey’re just gonna sit there ‘til they rot‘Cause there’s nothing to ship, nothing to packJust busted concrete and rusted tracksEmpty storefronts around the squareThere’s a needle in the gutter and glass everywhereYou don’t come down here unless you’re looking to scoreWe can’t make it here anymore
The bar’s still open but man it’s slowThe tip jar’s light and the register’s lowThe bartender don’t have much to sayThe regular crowd gets thinner each daySome have maxed out all their credit cardsSome are working two jobs and living in carsMinimum wage won’t pay for a roof, won’t pay for a drinkIf you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. CEOSee how far $5.15 an hour will goTake a part time job at one your storesBet you can’t make it here anymore
There’s a high school girl with a bourgeois dreamJust like the pictures in the magazineShe found on the floor of the laundromatA woman with kids can forget all thatIf she comes up pregnant what’ll she doForget the career, forget about schoolCan she live on faith? Live on hope?High on Jesus or hooked on dopeWhen it’s way too late to just say noYou can’t make it here anymore
Now I’m stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart storeJust like the ones we made before‘ Cept this one came from SingaporeI guess we can’t make it here anymore
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skinOr the shape of their eyes or the shape I’m inShould I hate ‘em for having our jobs todayNo I hate the men sent the jobs awayI can see them all now, they haunt my dreamsAll lily white and squeaky cleanThey’ve never known want, they’ll never know needTheir shit don’t stink and their kids won’t bleedTheir kids won’t bleed in their damn little warAnd we can’t make it here anymore
Will work for food will die for oilWill kill for power and to us the spoilsThe billionaires get to pay less taxThe working poor get to fall through the cracksSo let ‘em eat jellybeans let ‘em eat cakeLet ‘em eat shit, whatever it takesThey can join the Air Force, or join the CorpsIf they can’t make it here anymore
So that’s how it is, that’s what we gotIf the president wants to admit it or notYou can read it in the paper, read it on the wallHear it on the wind if you’re listening at allGet out of that limo, look us in the eyeCall us on the cell phone tell us all why
In Dayton Ohio or Portland MaineOr a cotton gin out on the great high plainsThat’s done closed down along with the schoolAnd the hospital and the swimming poolDust devils dance in the noonday heatThere’s rats in the alley and trash in the streetGang graffiti on a boxcar doorWe can’t make it here anymore
