| G | D | |
| John A Hobson wa | s a good man |
| Am | C | |
| he used to loan | me books and mic stands |
| G | D | |
| he even got me a | subscription |
| Am | C | |
| to the Socialist | Review |
| G | D | |
| listening to rec | ords in his basement |
| Am | C | |
| old folk songs a | bout the government |
| G | D | |
| "it's love of mo | ney, not the market," |
| Am | C | |
| he said, "these | fuckers push on you. |
| G | D | |
| and freedom yell | s, it dont cry. |
| G | D | |
| whatever sells w | ill decide. |
| G | D | |
| but there is no | hell when you die. |
| Am | |
| so dont | look so worried." |
| G | D | |
| he got a night l | ife, lost his day job |
| Am | C | |
| pushing paper, s | winging pendulums |
| G | D | |
| anything to serv | e a function |
| Am | C | |
| or to occupy som | e time |
| G | D | |
| you have got to | earn this living somehow |
| Am | C | |
| you are good as | dead without a bank account |
| G | D | |
| but it is funny | how alive he felt down |
| Am | C | |
| in that unemploy | ment line |
| G | D | |
| with all the tra | sh at his feet |
| G | D | |
| the pools of pis | s in the street |
| G | D | |
| all of that filt | hy empathy |
| Am | |
| for the | way we're feeling |
| G-D-Am-C (x2) |
| G | D | |
| the billboards s | hade, the flags they wave |
| Am | C | |
| the anthem was p | laying loud |
| G | D | |
| the baseball gam | e was letting out |
| Am | C | |
| then all at once | he saw the dust |
| G | D | |
| and heard every | tiny sound |
| Am | C | |
| got in his truck | and turned around |
| G | D | |
| drove out throug | h the crowd and the cops |
| Am | C | |
| drove out past t | hat center mall |
| G | D | |
| drove out past t | hat sickening sprawl |
| Am | C | |
| out past that fe | nced in gold |
| G | D | |
| and maybe he los | t control |
| G | D | |
| fucking with the | radio |
| G | D | |
| but i bet the st | ars seemed so close |
| Am | |
| at the e | nd |
| END |
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