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I'm totally fked up. I can barely speak. I'm totally fked up. They gave me
so many drugs. But, uh... I'm gonna be here... Alright, what we're talkin about
here is... is kind of a... it's a heartland feeling... like, uh, Mellencamp, you
know, kind of a Mellen feeling. Ok, what you gotta get together is a... some...
a heartland folk singer. Uh, we're gonna need a real quick... uh, John Cougar
Mellencamp, Bruce Spingsteen, Bob Seeger... that type of feeling. A Mellen
feeling. You know, real, uh, powerful, approving music, uh... of a heartland
quality, uh, 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 hair all down in his eyes
And the microphone all covered with flies
When he gets done playin, goes back to his room
Climbs in the 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 s**t
Yeah, nothin 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 shin and unplugged the games
She's only a person
Who doesn't know s**t
Nothin' happenin
That's about it
Ooo ooo
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 s**t
Nothin happenin
That's about it
Oh yeah
Ooo ooo ooo
Smiler was lookin' for handouts
Sleepin' in an 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 it into a hedge
Came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head
Well he's only a person
Who doesn't know s**t
Nothin happenin
That's about it
Ooo ooo yeah
Well Janie was born in a small town
Everybody just standin around
They had bingo games and the raffle
Everybody chewin tobacco
Well she grew up kinda restless
All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists
Well, she got a job at the truck stop
And she got old fast and never did what she wanted
She's only a person
Who doesn't know s**t
Nothin happenin
That's about it
Yea yeah yeah
Oh yeah
