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Now labeled Folk/Rock this case is a Talking Blues. So, not BLUES Blues, more Rock than that, but from the Folk idiom of the everyday.
Torn From The Headlines, as they say, the observation/declaration of an everyman.
Best,
Coop
Torn From The Headlines, as they say, the observation/declaration of an everyman.
Best,
Coop
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Lyrics
ROME’S BURNING
It’s Four in the morning and the rain’s coming harder
Money clip’s empty and there’s nothing in the larder
My Woman’s crying
Crying in her sleep
I walk the dark hallway
Trying to think
I’m the Man, must be a job for me to do
This ain’t the way it was ‘sposed to be, you know
Rags to Riches was the Story I’s told.
The money drawer’s empty
The cabinets are bare
Everybody’s at a Wal Mart, somewhere.
Factory’s closed. Prob’ly fall down.
By then there won’t be nothing left of this town.
But, I’m the Man
Must be a job that needs doin’
A man without a job’s not a Fortress
He’s just a ruin.
The Boys in Washington are having a Big Time,
They get everything they want,
They got All of mine.
They fight all the time; I wish they’d get a Girl
Fight amongst themselves, and not with the Rest of the World.
I love the soldiers, love the Honor they show,
But I could still do that,
If they all come Home, you know
For a Country to Lead, Others have to follow,
Must be better for all, or else it just goes Hollow.
Sheiks and Mullahs and militia Fong Gong
Got to be someway for People to get on.
We got Fascists, and Rapists, and Liberals, too,
If it weren’t for Oil and Gas,
What the Hell would they Do?
Lots of things out there, waiting to get Right,
But Jesus ain’t around here to lead that Fight.
So, I just try to find the Right thing to do
And hope that others out there do that too
‘Cause there’s only one man that I rule
Others have funny ideas about the number
But they’re not the ones that you find among the Humble.
Halliburton, Brown Root, Enron,
Name your poison.
Washington and Wall Street got you coming and going
Just another Empire,
The Cosmic Joker’s working
Overtime, until the Final Curtain
So long as there’s Bread, and Circus, TV
The Fat Lady may sing,
But who’s going to see?
Fiddling while Rome’s Burning.
Copyright 2006 Stillwater llc
It’s Four in the morning and the rain’s coming harder
Money clip’s empty and there’s nothing in the larder
My Woman’s crying
Crying in her sleep
I walk the dark hallway
Trying to think
I’m the Man, must be a job for me to do
This ain’t the way it was ‘sposed to be, you know
Rags to Riches was the Story I’s told.
The money drawer’s empty
The cabinets are bare
Everybody’s at a Wal Mart, somewhere.
Factory’s closed. Prob’ly fall down.
By then there won’t be nothing left of this town.
But, I’m the Man
Must be a job that needs doin’
A man without a job’s not a Fortress
He’s just a ruin.
The Boys in Washington are having a Big Time,
They get everything they want,
They got All of mine.
They fight all the time; I wish they’d get a Girl
Fight amongst themselves, and not with the Rest of the World.
I love the soldiers, love the Honor they show,
But I could still do that,
If they all come Home, you know
For a Country to Lead, Others have to follow,
Must be better for all, or else it just goes Hollow.
Sheiks and Mullahs and militia Fong Gong
Got to be someway for People to get on.
We got Fascists, and Rapists, and Liberals, too,
If it weren’t for Oil and Gas,
What the Hell would they Do?
Lots of things out there, waiting to get Right,
But Jesus ain’t around here to lead that Fight.
So, I just try to find the Right thing to do
And hope that others out there do that too
‘Cause there’s only one man that I rule
Others have funny ideas about the number
But they’re not the ones that you find among the Humble.
Halliburton, Brown Root, Enron,
Name your poison.
Washington and Wall Street got you coming and going
Just another Empire,
The Cosmic Joker’s working
Overtime, until the Final Curtain
So long as there’s Bread, and Circus, TV
The Fat Lady may sing,
But who’s going to see?
Fiddling while Rome’s Burning.
Copyright 2006 Stillwater llc
Youra
Brings me back to the "contest songs" times. You have something to say, which is not so common, and you say better : you sing it ! Great song, great performer. Congratulations, Coop !