paroles de chanson Chestnut Street Revisited - John Mellencamp
Well
I′ve
lived
and
breathed
and
been
disbelieved
In
these
small
town
streets
too
long
I've
held
nothin′
but
aces
and
been
many
places
And
hung
on
the
corner
'til
dawn
But
my
hands
have
been
tied
To
a
life
I've
been
denied
I′m
just
a
small
town
boy
bein′
used
like
a
toy
And
workin'
a
nine
to
five
Well
I
worked
like
a
fool
′til
after
done
with
high
school
Just
to
form
a
rock
and
rollin'
band
But
the
streets
were
exploding
and
my
life
I
was
decoding
Had
a
dream
I
couldn′t
understand
And
I
work
it
out
everyday
For
no
fun
and
very
little
pay
I'm
just
a
smal
town
boy
bein′
used
like
a
toy
And
doin'
what
other
people
say
Well
I've
drooled
and
fooled
and
been
ridiculed
For
havin′
dreams
just
above
my
reach
And
I′ve
lied
and
died
and
tried
suicide
For
all
the
things
you
people
wanna
preach
But
I
always
had
to
turn
the
other
way
When
I
heard
those
homefolks
say
(They
say)
You're
just
a
small
town
boy
bein′
used
like
a
toy
And
livin'
on
a
day
to
day
But
you
must
believe
that
when
I
walk
down
the
tracks
All
those
young
girls
fall
back
and
say
There
goes
that
sleek
young
silhouette
He
don′t
drive
no
Corvette
But
he
stings
just
like
a
Sting
Ray
And
that's
my
only
redemption
in
this
house
of
detention
That
keeps
me
from
simply
blowin′
it
all
away
'Cause
when
I
walk
down
the
street
in
the
hot
summer
heat
I
say,
God
don't
take
this
away
Well
by
the
end
of
the
day,
all
the
kids
would
go
play
And
I′d
come
staggering
back
home
With
a
dream
in
my
hand
and
a
master
plan
That
wouldn′t
leave
my
mind
alone
Well
I
compromised
all
my
schemes
And
I
fluctuated
all
my
dreams
I'm
just
a
small
town
boy
bein′
used
like
a
toy
And
nothing
is
like
it
really
seems
But
what
a
fool
I
must
seem
to
have
all
these
dreams
And
try
to
live
them
all
through
It's
like
a
slap
in
your
face,
with
a
mercurochrome
taste
When
the
dream
is
long
overdue
And
it
seems
kinda
strange
that
nobody
came
To
the
game
that
I
have
put
myself
through
And
when
I
walk
down
the
street
in
the
hot
summer
heat
I
say,
what
the
hell
can
I
do
Well
I
keep
hopin′
and
wishin'
that
these
romantic
positions
Gonna
help
me
hide
all
this
pain
And
all
the
hurt
that
I′ve
felt
underneath
my
leather
studded
belt
Of
not
findin'
my
fortune
and
fame
Some
day
I'll
blow
′em
away
with
the
things
that
I
sing
and
I
say
I′m
just
a
small
town
boy
bein'
used
like
a
toy
And
waitin′
on
my
pay
day
I'm
just
a
small
town
boy
bein′
used
like
a
toy
And
waitin'
on
my
pay
day
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