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Everything is slower here Everybody's got a union card They get up on Sunday Go to the church of their choice Come back home Cook out in their backyard And they call this the Great Midwest Where the cornfields grow and flow They're all five years ahead of their time Or twenty-five behind, I just don't know And all the young men talk about their four wheel drives How much money They're gonna make on Friday night And they like to brag about how they Mistreat their girlfriends Hey, let's get drunk, party it up and start a fight And they call this the Great Midwest Sure make a hell of a car And the old hearts, they race their way through the night The upheaval of who they really are
Growin' up under normal conditions Television and radio That's just about all Of this old world That any of us get to see, get to know And they call this the Great Midwest Where you sacrifice body and soul No one really wants to get even Most of us find it hard enough just lettin' go Don't get me wrong, I ain't complainin' I ain't braggin' nor do I mean to place blame That's just the way things are around here And there's a future carryin' my name on it Sayin' hey man, you gonna stick around here You better get on it If you're gonna stick around here You better make yourself some real good friends
Well I wasn't born With a silver spoon in my mouth So I can't talk about this big city highlife You wanna talk about bein' bored And runnin'away from yourself Hell, I could talk to you all night And they call this the Great Midwest Where livin' is just gettin' by And people they trade in their happiness For a smokestack, a big money deal in the sky
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