Tono: G
Introducción:
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Livin' right the way we see it though it's seldom seen
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Bleeding from our hands just to grease the machine
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Sometimes there ain't jack to do in this town
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This ain't New York, this ain't LA
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It's somewhere in the middle of the USA
There's no greener grass as far as I can see
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Somewhere in the middle somewhere in between
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The center of the fringes of a rebels dream
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No other place I'd rather be found
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It's probably where they'll plant me in the ground
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Some people leave but most of them stay
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In the middle of the USA
People workin' for the kitty, trying to buy 'em a hound