D                  Cadd9          Cadd9/B 
There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign sitting 
             D
there by the left turn line
D                      Cadd9                   
Flag on the wheelchair flapping in the breeze, 
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one leg missing and both hands free
D                    Cadd9            Cadd9/B     
No one's paying much mind to him, the V.A. budget's 
       D
just stretched so thin
            D                         Cadd9           
And there's more comin' home from the Mideast war, we 
Cadd9/B               D
can't make it here anymore

D  Cadd9  G  D  Cadd9  G

         D                        Cadd9            
And that big ol' building was the textile mill, it 
Cadd9/B             D
fed our kids and it paid our bills
         D                      Cadd9                
But they turned us out and they closed the doors, we 
Cadd9/B               D
can't make it here anymore

D  Cadd9  G  D  Cadd9  G

          D                       Cadd9                
See those pallets piled up on the loading dock, they're
 Cadd9/B              D
 just gonna set there till they rot
               D                Cadd9                 
'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack, just 
Cadd9/B             D
busted concrete and rusted tracks
D                  Cadd9                       
Empty storefronts around the square, there's a 
Cadd9/B                  D
needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
          D                           Cadd9            
You don't come down here 'less you're looking to score,
    Cadd9/B              D
 we can't make it here anymore

D  Cadd9  G  D  Cadd9  G

    D                    Cadd9              Cadd9/B   
The bar's still open but man it's slow, the tip jar's 
              D
light and the register's low
    D                    Cadd9            Cadd9/B      
The bartender don't have much to say, the regular crowd
      D
 gets thinner each day
          D                   Cadd9                  
Some have maxed out all their credit cards, some are 
Cadd9/B              D
working two jobs and living in cars
D                  Cadd9                 Cadd9/B 
Minimum wage don't pay for a roof, don't pay for a 
                D
drink, if you gotta have proof
     D                   Cadd9       Cadd9/B     D
Just try it yourself Mr. CEO See how far 5.15 an hour 
will go
       D                Cadd9                        
Take a part time job at one of your stores I bet you 
Cadd9/B               D
can't make it here anymore

D  Cadd9  G  D  Cadd9  G  D  Cadd9  G  D  Cadd9  G


              D                       Cadd9            
And there's a high school girl with a bourgeois dream, 
Cadd9/B                       D
just like the pictures in the magazine
    D                         Cadd9         Cadd9/B    
She found on the floor of the Laundromat, a woman with 
            D
kids can forget all that
       D                 Cadd9              Cadd9/B 
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do, forget the 
           D
career, forget about school
        D              Cadd9         Cadd9/B          
Can she live on faith? live on hope, high on Jesus or 
D
hooked on dope
          D               Cadd9            Cadd9/B    
When it's way too late to just say no, you can't make 
           D
it here anymore

D  Cadd9  G  D  Cadd9  G  D  Cadd9  G  D  Cadd9

        D                      Cadd9          Cadd9/B  
Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store just like
             D
 the ones we made before
      D                  Cadd9                 
'Cept this one came from Singapore, I guess we can't 
Cadd9/B               D
make it here anymore

D  Cadd9  G  D  Cadd9  G

         D                     Cadd9                  
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin or 
    Cadd9/B                    D
the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
         D            Cadd9                       
Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today, no I 
Cadd9/B               D
hate the men sent the jobs away
      D                      Cadd9                
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams, all 
Cadd9/B        D
lily white and squeaky clean
        D                         Cadd9            
They've never known want, they'll never know need, 
      Cadd9/B                    D
their s**t don't stink and their kids won't bleed
      D                       Cadd9                  
Their kids won't bleed in the damn little war and we 
Cadd9/B               D
can't make it here anymore

D  Cadd9  G  D  Cadd9  G


     D                   Cadd9             Cadd9/B  
Will work for food, will die for oil, will kill for 
             D
power and to us the spoils
    D                   Cadd9             Cadd9/B      
The billionaires get to pay less tax, the working poor 
       D
get to fall through the cracks
D                       Cadd9             Cadd9/B    
Let 'em eat jellybeans, let 'em eat cake, let 'em eat
           D
 s**t, whatever it takes
         D                      Cadd9             
They can join the Air Force, or join the Corps if 
Cadd9/B                    D
they can't make it here anymore

D  Cadd9  G  D  Cadd9  G


    D                 Cadd9                     
And that's how it is, that's what we got if the 
Cadd9/B              D
president wants to admit it or not
        D                     Cadd9                
You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall, 
Cadd9/B                        D
hear it on the wind, if you're listening at all
    D                 Cadd9               Cadd9/B    
Get out of that limo, look us in the eye, call us on 
                D
the cell phone, tell us all why
   D               Cadd9                Cadd9/B        
In Dayton, Ohio or Portland, Maine or a cotton gin out 
       D
on the great high plains
       D                 Cadd9                        
That's done closed down along with the school and the 
Cadd9/B          D
hospital and the swimming pool
D                        Cadd9                 
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat, there's 
Cadd9/B               D
rats in the alley and trash in the street
D                  Cadd9           Cadd9/B           
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door, we can't make it here
    D
 anymore