John Cougar lyrics

Written by John Mellencamp

Everything is slower here, everybody's got a union card
They get up on Sunday and go to church of their choice
Come back home cook out in the backyard

Chorus:
And they call this the Great Midwest
Where the cornfields row and flow
They're all 5 years ahead of their time
Or 25 behind, I just don't know

All the young men talk about their 4 wheel drives

Written by John Mellencamp

Well I'm all gassed up
The Car is waitin' outside
I got three more hours on this loser's job
And then I'll be ready to ride
I got this cowboy comin' with me
This guy's name is Jeffrey Jack
He can shoot the eyes out of a pool ball
He can get the young girls into the sack
We'll go down to the dance hall
Locals will be kickin' up their heels

Written by John Mellencamp

Two veteran lovers french kiss in the doorway
Their ears are cold but their hearts are so warm
A country band playin' down the street just a little ways
They're whiskey wild, they keep it up until dawn

CHORUS:
Small Paradise
I glad to see everything's alright with you
Alright then hold me tight - kiss me
Small Paradise

Written by John Mellencamp

God gave Moses a few little rules
And he said I want you to pass them around
Take a look at those old tools
I can't believe the shit that's going down
You're supposed to have a good time
But I think you take it a little too far
Watchin' your life in vista-vision
A monkey on your back, a brand new car

Well Shakespeare threw down his pencil,

Written by John Mellencamp

Well I see you've got a new boyfriend
Got your mixed up husband too
I got 25 dollars in my pocket
Want me to spend it all on you
But I know that you cheat on all of us
That's just the way that you do
Hey, girl, I don't care where you've been
I know, I've been there too

Chorus:
Woo, woo baby, Do you think that's fair?

Written by John Mellencamp

Well I hear in Miami they have a lot of girls
Who toast their flesh in the sun
Living on allowances they receive from the old man at home
To keep up appearances to have fun

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Hey baby
Living in Miami
I know you're hip to those hotel alibis
I know you're nowhere near twenty
But I ain't the kind to kiss and tell or tell lies

Written by John Mellencamp

In the cool of the evening
I don't know the reason
But I long to touch
Some young tender hearts sometimes
So I go to this party
With a bunch of me hardies
They say don't get too cute
Don't get too smart
'Cause these people are crazy
They toot coke and drink wang-too
And they talk in some crazy tongue
There's a slit-eyed lady
Say'n don't you be so stupid

Written by John Mellencamp

Well west of Zion
They got a hot spot brewing
Handcuffs and kisses
For the people who live there

Guitar player's playing
Cinderella saying
Hey boys get that spoon to my nose
And we'll run through the midnight air

CHORUS:
Night, night, whoa night dancin'
Hey just a little, little, little night dancin'
Night, night, whoa night dancin'