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John Hiatt - Native Son lyrics
You finally found the mainstream In the middle of your life You tapped into a vein Of endless gold chains Now you're locked up tight Tearing down the middle of it Splitting it right in half Bobbing up and down the waves Like a runaway slave On a Huck Finn raft CHORUS: Take your wife Take your family Take your gun Running through the woods And the burned out neighborhoods Looking for someone A member of your tribe A Place you can hide 'Til the war has begun 'Cause in the fields before the flood You'll be spilling blood Like a native son Where you gonna run to There ain't no underground If only you could fly You'd cut across the sky Like a rifle round Oh, who are your people And where is your homeland 'Cause they're dying side by side At the river of pride Where we tried to take a stand CHORUS TWICE In the fields before the flood You'll be spilling blood Like a native son |
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