Lyrics
Everything is slower here
Everybody's got a union card
They get up on Sunday
Go to the church of their choice
Come back home
Cook out in their backyard
And they call this the Great Midwest
Where the cornfields grow and flow
They're all five years ahead of their time
Or twenty-five behind, I just don't know
And all the young men talk about their four wheel drives
How much money
They're gonna make on Friday night
And they like to brag about how they
Mistreat their girlfriends
Hey, let's get drunk, party it up and start a fight
And they call this the Great Midwest
Sure make a hell of a car
And the old hearts, they race their way through the night
The upheaval of who they really are
Growin' up under normal conditions
Television and radio
That's just about all
Of this old world
That any of us get to see, get to know
And they call this the Great Midwest
Where you sacrifice body and soul
No one really wants to get even
Most of us find it hard enough just lettin' go
Don't get me wrong, I ain't complainin'
I ain't braggin' nor do I mean to place blame
That's just the way things are around here
And there's a future carryin' my name on it
Sayin' hey man, you gonna stick around here
You better get on it
If you're gonna stick around here
You better make yourself some real good friends
Well I wasn't born
With a silver spoon in my mouth
So I can't talk about this big city highlife
You wanna talk about bein' bored
And runnin'away from yourself
Hell, I could talk to you all night
And they call this the Great Midwest
Where livin' is just gettin' by
And people they trade in their happiness
For a smokestack, a big money deal in the sky
