"We Can't Make It Here "
"We Can't Make It Here "
James McMurtry
There's a Vietnam vet with a cardboard sign
Sittin' there by the left turn line
Flag on the wheelchair flappin' in the breeze
One leg missin' and both hands free
No one's paying much mind to him
The VA budget's just stretched so thin
And there's more comin' back from the mid-east war
We can't make it here anymore.
That big old building was a textile mill
It fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
We can't make it here anymore
See those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just going to sit there `til they rot
`Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts surround the square
A needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here unless you're looking to score
We can't make it here anymore
The bar's still open, but man it's slow
The tip jar's light and the register's low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd is gettin' thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage don't pay for a roof, don't pay for a drink
If you've got to have proof
Just try it yourself Mr. CEO, see how far $5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one of your stores
I bet you can't make it here anymore
There's a high school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazines
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant, what'll she do
Forget the career, forget about school
Can she live on faith, live on hope
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore
Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
`Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate `em for having our jobs today
No, I hate the men that sent the jobs away
I can see `em all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily-white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they've never known need
Their shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in their damn little war
And we can't make it here anymore
Will work for food
Will die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
So let `em eat jellybeans, let `em eat cake
Let `em eat shit, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force or join the Corps
They can't make it here anymore
And that's how it is, that's what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind, if you're listenin' at all
Get out of that limo, look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone and tell us all why
In Dayton, Ohio, or Portland, Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down along with the school
And the hospital, and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley and trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a box car door
We can't make it here anymore
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