Spoken Word
What we're talking about here is kind of a...it's a...Heartland Feeling.
Mellencamp, you know, kind of a Mellen-feeling.
Ok. What you gotta get together is a Heartland folk singer:
John Couger Mellencamp, Bruce Springsteen, Bob Seeger;
That type of feeling: a Mellen-feeling.
You know, a real powerful, approving music
Of a Heartland quality, just powerful straight-forward music.
And if you can't get just the right type of feeling
Find someone who will pass and change them.
Old Man Johnson got his head in his hand
Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band
With his hair all down in his eyes
And the microphone all covered with flies.
When he gets done playin' goes back to his room
Climbs into bed in his cowboy boots
And he picks up a magazine turns on the TV
Lights a cigar as he's fallin' asleep.
Well he's only a person...who doesn't know shit.
Yeah nothing happenin'...that's about it.
Yeah......
Well, little Rosanna came from Texarkana
Had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana.
Came into town not lookin' for much
Well she found a hound dog and she named him "Dutch."
She got a job at the arcade takin' quarters
But she was never too good at takin' orders
So one night she stopped givin' out change
She kicked the boss in the chin and unplugged the games.
She's only a person...who doesn't know shit.
Nothin' happenin'...That's about it.
Ooh, ooh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sam got canned at the cannery
He punched out the clock that night.
His knuckle was bleeding as he walked home,
He was cold and he had a headache.
Well his wife was cookin' canned beans,
He took out all the money out of his jeans
And he set it on fire in the kitchen sink
As his wife handed him a drink.
He was only a person...who didn't know shit.
Nothin' happenin'...that's about it.
Uh, yeah, oh. Wooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...
Smiley was lookin' for handouts
Sleepin' in a abandoned lighthouse.
Down at the mini-mall shakin' his hat
Washin' windows with his bare hand.
He found a sports car with the keys
In the ignition it just seemed so easy.
He took a joyride drove into a hedge
Came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head.
Well he's only a person...who doesn't know shit.
Nothin' happenin'...that's about it.
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah.
Well Jane was born in a small town
Everybody just standing around.
They had bingo games and a raffle,
Everybody chewin' tobacco.
Well she grew up kinda restless
All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists(dead-ass?).
And she got a job at the truck stop
And she got all fast and never did what she wanted
And she's only a person...who doesn't know shit.
Nothing happenin'...that's about it.
Yeah, yeah, yo...
Oh yeah...oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh.
Woo, ooh, ooh....
Spoken Word
What we're talking about here is kind of a...it's a...Heartland Feeling.
Mellencamp, you know, kind of a Mellen-feeling.
Ok. What you gotta get together is a Heartland folk singer:
John Couger Mellencamp, Bruce Springsteen, Bob Seeger;
That type of feeling: a Mellen-feeling.
You know, a real powerful, approving music
Of a Heartland quality, just powerful straight-forward music.
And if you can't get just the right type of feeling
Find someone who will pass and change them.
Old Man Johnson got his head in his hand
Makin' his way across state in a fiddlin' band
With his hair all down in his eyes
And the microphone all covered with flies.
When he gets done playin' goes back to his room
Climbs into bed in his cowboy boots
And he picks up a magazine turns on the TV
Lights a cigar as he's fallin' asleep.
Well he's only a person...who doesn't know shit.
Yeah nothing happenin'...that's about it.
Yeah......
Well, little Rosanna came from Texarkana
Had fourteen dollars wrapped in a bandana.
Came into town not lookin' for much
Well she found a hound dog and she named him "Dutch."
She got a job at the arcade takin' quarters
But she was never too good at takin' orders
So one night she stopped givin' out change
She kicked the boss in the chin and unplugged the games.
She's only a person...who doesn't know shit.
Nothin' happenin'...That's about it.
Ooh, ooh. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Sam got canned at the cannery
He punched out the clock that night.
His knuckle was bleeding as he walked home,
He was cold and he had a headache.
Well his wife was cookin' canned beans,
He took out all the money out of his jeans
And he set it on fire in the kitchen sink
As his wife handed him a drink.
He was only a person...who didn't know shit.
Nothin' happenin'...that's about it.
Uh, yeah, oh. Wooh, ooh, ooh, ooh...
Smiley was lookin' for handouts
Sleepin' in a abandoned lighthouse.
Down at the mini-mall shakin' his hat
Washin' windows with his bare hand.
He found a sports car with the keys
In the ignition it just seemed so easy.
He took a joyride drove into a hedge
Came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head.
Well he's only a person...who doesn't know shit.
Nothin' happenin'...that's about it.
Ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah.
Well Jane was born in a small town
Everybody just standing around.
They had bingo games and a raffle,
Everybody chewin' tobacco.
Well she grew up kinda restless
All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists(dead-ass?).
And she got a job at the truck stop
And she got all fast and never did what she wanted
And she's only a person...who doesn't know shit.
Nothing happenin'...that's about it.
Yeah, yeah, yo...
Oh yeah...oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh.
Woo, ooh, ooh....
