DOWNTOWN AMERICA The Lyrics



THE GHOST OF PREACHER CASEY (D. Sharp)

Broken down drifters Hobos and junkies Half dead on the ground In a twilight hooker`s avenue There`s another gang fight goin` down Six o`clock sound bytes of CNN news Got the latest on a hostage uptown Between inside and out of this satellite hell It`s strange how it all comes around The young neo facists have found a new voice A new churc and new faith This is The Ghost of Preacher Casey callin` from the grave Callin` from the grave Crippled young wodows in cardboard boxes Say "I`m starved, and don`t pass me by" TV evangelists with bibles in hand Cruise the neighboorhood most every night New mental rockers at the top of the dial Say "hey, everything is all right" While nervous senators on TV debates Vote for judges who ain`t fit to preside No tellin` now as they send a man down What future the`re trying to create This is The Ghost of Preacher Casey callin` from the grave Callin` from the grave Welcome back here to the ghetto now There`s got to be some good will left in this place For as the big wheel turns the grafitti spreads From the schoolhouse walls to the Whitehouse gates And the 155 Hard Rock Cafes` the vigilantes talk out their Face about eh border patrols the U.S. Sien Fienn The death row statistics, religion, and aids These are the days of political change Out here it all looks the same This is The Ghost of Preacher Casey callin` from the grave Callin` from the grave

IT`S A MEAN MEAN HAND (D. Sharp)

Now look alive you fellows fine And listen to this song And hear of timeturn freedom bells Through dungeons dark and strong Blossoms that once bloomed so fair Are faded soon and gone And beacon fires once burnin` bright Grow colder one by one Seasons are for changin` tho` All order be disturbed Just so as there is a mean mean hand Gotta hold upon this world Jigsaw ways of walls and wire Feed fear now far and wide From North and South the darkest mass Of men are bound to rise They`ll heave upon the draglines of All weak and withrin` minds Whose work is all for none but they Whose aim is to divide Now turnin` turnin` and Turn again and let it all be heard Just so as there is a mean mean hand Gotta hold upon this world You murderers of nations now Bring number to your days Your grip will not be held too long As time winds down the day All this life`s a circle and The wheel`s turned again Your wrecker`s light is dimming fast It shines its hollow haze Silver singin` waters Are now risin` rivers stirred Just so as there is a mean mean hand Gotta hold upon this world

DOWNTOWN AMERICA (D. Sharp)

I`m staring straight up from the sidewalk At the stars high above me tonight Those stars were made for you and me But they`re no longer shining so bright At the crossroad down by the traffic lights There`s a man dressed in tatters and rags He says God bless you now I`ll work for food I`ve been to Vietnam and back with the draft Well they say that`s life in Downtown America And you live it as best as you can It`s time time to believe in Downtown America Every woman every child every man At the mission shelter in midtown There`s an old timer wastin` away Says I`ve been rolled 18 times in the past 6 weeks And they`ll get to me one of these days And sister Suzanne works the nightshift there She`s bust trying to figure out how All the applause of the electronic town halls Is gonna heave the industrial plough Well they say that`s life in Downtown America And you live it as best as you can It`s time time to believe in Downtown America Every woman every child every man We`ll be together in the Promised Land Now I`ve listened to words spoke in high places They say the new world will come in good time They`ll speak of renewed hope and glory And I`ll swallow it down like red wine Don`t it feel like the union is driftin` The excuses are all growin` old I`ll take any man here out to the parking lot now Tries tellin` me that isn`t so They say that`s life in Downtown America And you live it as best as you can It`s time time to believe in Downtown America Every woman every child every man And be together in the Promised Land Say a prayer for the common man

DRIVE THESE BLUES AWAY (D. Sharp)

Now the wind blows cold Bells ring out Way across Town tonight It`s gettin` too dark to see Steel glass rain Starin` at the Bright headlights It`s dark as a dungeoned house Ooh and for heavens` sakes Heart is as black as coal It don`t have to be this way Waitin` on that sunnyland train You`re gonna make it any day Get onboard that sunnyland train Drive these blues away Well it don`t have to be this way Down in the alley by the liquor store Gotta get some joy Nobody knows folks like these They`re gonna do what they can tonight Oh Lord To get a little sweet Sweet relief My last dollar is gone and spent These ain`t christian days Livin` off fat back meat It don`t have to be this way Waitin` on that sunnyland train You`re gonna make it any day Get onboard that sunnyland train Drive these blues away Well it don`t have to be this way Well now the train pulls in Every quarter hour Believe it friend Don`t matter who you are It`s one for the ticket Two for the tracks Three to get ready Don`t be looking Looking back Waitin` on that sunnyland train You`re gonna make it any day Get onboard that sunnyland train Drive these blues away Well it don`t have to be this way Well it don`t have to be this way Well it don`t have to be this way

GIVE ME BACK MY JOB (J. Garland)

I don`t want Your millions mister I can`t use no diamond ring I want the right To live mister Give me back My job again I don`t want your Rolls Royce mister I can`t use no pleasure yacht I want some food For these children Give to me My old job back We work to build This country mister While you enoy`d Your life of ease You steal All`d we build mister Got to see them folks They starve and freeze Now call me dumb If you wish mister Call me green Or blue or red This one They sure know mister These hungry folks They got to be fed I don`t want Your millions mister I can`t use No diamond ring I want some Food For this children Give me back My job again Now I don`t want Your millions mister I can`t use No diamond ring I want the right To live mister Give me back My job again

THE REBEL (D. Sharp)

Which side are you on boys Are you in or are you out What`s the plan where`s the action Is anybody keepin` count Are you makin` any distance Through the fogged avenues Over the miles of desolation Beneath your old leather shoes Backed up against a mountain Stacked as high as old deceit Take one good look around you Can you still say that old rocky road to helltown Is a million miles from where you`ll ever be Can you still say in the bright lights of the city As Saturday rolls `round the rails And you drink another whiskey There is no way in this world for you to fail You`re like a rebel now Feel like it`s all you`ve ever been You`re like a rebel now And for the sake of sweet freedom I only hope you win I only hope you win And so released upon the nation With a baseball hat and shades Like so many more before you No sir you`re not afraid Now as rivers roll against you As troubled waters rise One by one all dreams desert you Maybe it`s time to realize For too long you have been sinkin` Deep in pit `a shiftin` sand Gotta hold tight around your throat And you know that`s when it gets to be like murder Bustin` you back against the land Born with a debt that`s held in service Somewhere deep inside the mines With old mother Jones a singin` It`s more than enough to bury any man alive You`re like a rebel now Feel like it`s all you`ve ever been You`re like a rebel now And for the sake of sweet freedom I only hope you win I only hope you win Sweet as all the other Well everybody knows she`s a lot like spear and grind All the boards are made of tree color There`s no such thing as yours or mine Are you in or out allthough you`re right You`re like a rebel now Feel like it`s all you`ve ever been You`re like a rebel now And for the sake of sweet freedom I only hope you win I only hope you win I only hope you win You`re like a rebel now Feel like it`s all you`ve ever been You`re like a rebel now And for the sake of sweet freedom I only hope you win I only hope you win I only hope you win

TENDER MERCY (D. Sharp)

I guess you know this is a wonderful life You got to be so glad to be livin' All along the golden delta skyway underneath the southern moon Out of New England towards Santa Fe West now my pretty milkin' maid Fresh horses just for to carry you You're gonna make it in a day or two Sunrise, this garden of Eden Got to keep walkin' on 'til the sun goes down Some days you get six feet under Some days you hit higher ground But if you run like hell when there's a storm rollin' in Well, you had sure better have a prayer, Lord, And some Tender Mercy within. As you rise up Gillgharra mountainside Walkin' down Strawberry Avenue There is a weight of old Spanish iron You'd better keep out a watch tonight And the borderline of this restless wandering And the will for to seek out the light Go anyplace now, walk in peace It's gonna be alright, Lord, it's gonna be alright Well if you reach out you're gonna heave it in You're gonna move it on, you're gonna share it out But if you hold on there will always be something so strong within As this mornin' light turns to slumber now As these city streets make do for shelter, Lord, This land a pillow now, come rest your weary head Look out, look in, look out, look in But if you run like hell . . .

ROAD TO MEXICO (D. Sharp)

Crazy days in New York on Avenue A Somewhere through the streetlights you can hear the music play Everybody's swingin' to a change of pace Candy Corona down here in the market place Gang men along the bridge twisted from the start Say, "Hold on, you're way of course; This time you've gone too far; Just remember what you started- Ain't it time for you to blow back to workin' for the dollar On the Road to Mexico Way down on Paradise Street, a wing and prayer It was hard movin' up-harder comin' down there Roads in all directions, division by degrees That's how the deals go down here on Paradise Street There are some amongst us-they know just who they are All gold along the path-you couldn't ask for more But the deaf and the blind and the speechless You got to learn to rock and roll If you're lookin' for a better deal on the Road . . . In the shadows in the boulevards the odds were 20 to 1 Rockin' Ron' could keep the whole thing rollin' along Move it to the left through the bleeding, drivin' rain If the crew don't make it through nothin' ever be the same One thing worth talkin' about, swear it won't take long Some days you got to move without a look at the water beyond Along the windin' road that's how the story goes Take it or leave it on the road . . . Reachin' for the borderline with heart so strong Cold sweat and a desire to belong Mixed up in a hurricane like you never seen before Wasn't much to talk about-everybody hit the floor Sweet angel of mercy, won't you shine your light Just around the mountainside-El Paso shinin' bright If'n you be yearnin' for to ramble and to roam Remember how it all goes down on the Road to Mexico.

TWISTIN` WIND (D. Sharp)

You're runnin' wild with ragged face Wrong time, wrong place It's a cryin' shame, look at the state you're in Way gone in the twistin' wind You took a wrong turn, seems you just can't wait To get a black spot, and that's hard fate Oh, Lord, you've been star crossed You're way out west, and now you're lost You don't know where you started 'cause you don't know where you've been And that's way gone . . . You're just too much of a big fuss You get tangled up in that old devil's dust At crack of doom with shell shock You need one last

THE LAST FAIR DEAL (D. Sharp)

What of this land with these mountains rising high Never seen a mountain that never could be climbed What of these times rivers running fast and wide No water run too deep for to reach the other side I'll bet any money that when the whole world is down on you You can do anything-you can take it on Let it in Let it turn you through There's only one road on up to high high ground 'Rollin on and on 'Til there's no way down Pretty soon these drivin' wheels will all be turned around You got the last fair deal going down What of back luck beneath these shaken, shattered storms Rain is fallin' it's bitter and it's cold What of your heart the sweetest thing was ever known Like seasons spinnin' within dreams blue silver red and gold I'll bet any money That when the rain is fallin' down on you You can do anything now You can take it on let it in let it turn you through Alight in the distance There is a burnin' field of fire Right here in the black and white Of the hear and now You got to move on higher You got a little piece of a big big soul There's only one road on