Heartland Feelings

Spoken Word Intro: What we’re talking about here is kind of a...it’s a...Heartland Feeling. Mellencamp you know kind of a Mellen-feeling. Ok. What you gotta get together is a Heartland folk singer: John Couger Mellencamp Bruce Springsteen Bob Seeger; That type of feeling: a Mellen-feeling. You know a real powerful approving music Of a Heartland quality 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 his hair all down in his eyes And the microphone all covered with flies. When he gets done playin’ goes back to his room Climbs into 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 shit.                                   (let ring) Yeah nothing 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 chin and unplugged the games. She’s only a person...who doesn’t know shit.                         (let ring) Nothin’ happenin’...That’s about it. Ooh ooh.  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 shit.                        (let ring) Nothin’ happenin’...that’s about it. Uh yeah oh.  Wooh ooh ooh ooh... Smiley was lookin’ for handouts Sleepin’ in a 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 into a hedge Came out with the steering wheel wrapped around his head. Well he’s only a person...who doesn’t know shit.                        (let ring) Nothin’ happenin’...that’s about it. Ooh ooh yeah yeah. Well Jane was born in a small town Everybody just standing around. They had bingo games and a raffle Everybody chewin’ tobacco. Well she grew up kinda restless All her boyfriends wanted to be dentists(dead-ass?). And she got a job at the truck stop And she got all fast and never did what she wanted And she’s only a person...who doesn’t know shit.                           (let ring) Nothing happenin’...that’s about it. Yeah yeah yo... Oh yeah...oh yeah yeah yeah oh. Woo ooh ooh....