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PLAIN SPOKEN FROM THE CHICAGO THEATRE

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Written By John Mellencamp

Well, you canít trust your neighbor
Husband or wife
Canít trust the police
With their guns or their nights
Look out for the creepers
Tappiní on your cell phone
Youíd better lock your door
Even when youíre at home

My, my, my
These are lawless times
My, my, my
These are lawless times

You canít trust the banks
The way that you used to do
I hope that Wall Street
Has been good to you
You canít trust the priest
Youíd better watch your behind
Donít look too close at the government
Hard telliní what youíll find

My, my, my
These are lawless times My, my, my
These are lawless times

Well, I donít trust myself
I donít trust you
Donít get too sick
Itíll be the end of you
Donít expect a helping hand
And if you fall down
And if you want to steal this song
It can be easily loaded down

My, my, my
These are lawless times
My, my, my
These are lawless times

So you might ask yourself
Hey, what can I do?
I canít trust the future
Whatís been promised to you
Learn the rules hard and fast
Take care of yourself
And keep your eyes open
On everybody else

My, my, my
These are lawless times
My, my, my
These are lawless times

My, my, my
These are lawless times
My, my, my
These are lawless times


>Written By John Mellencamp

Itís the wake of all evil
A universal mess
Iíve always found trouble
Even at my best
No hopes to get better
Ďtil they put me down to rest
I am a troubled man

Anxiety and sorrow
Underneath my skin
Self-destruction and failure
Have beat my head in
I laughed out loud once
I wonít do that again
Always traveled the hell fire road
To chase the sweet smell of sin
I am a troubled man
I am a troubled man

I am a troubled man
I am a troubled man
So many things
Have fallen through my hands
I am a troubled man

People up on the east side
People on the gravel road
People of many colors
Whose stories will never be told
Too late came too early for me to face myself
I am a troubled man

I am a troubled man
I am a troubled man, oh Lord
I wonít do anything but hurt you if I can
I am a troubled man


Written by John Mellencamp and George M. Green

On a Greyhound thirty miles beyond Jamestown
He saw the sun set on the Tennessee line
Looked at the young man who was riding beside him
He said I'm old kind of worn out inside
I worked my whole life in the steel mills of Gary
And my father before me I helped build this land
Now I'm seventy-seven and with God as my witness
I earned every dollar that passed through my hands
My family and friends are the best things I've known
Through the eye of the needle I'll carry them home

(Chorus)
Days turn to minutes
And minutes to memories
Life sweeps away the dreams
That we have planned
You are young and you are the future
So suck it up and tough it out
And be the best you can

The rain hit the old dog in the twilight's last gleaming
He said Son it sounds like rattling old bones
This highway's long but I know some that are longer
By sunup tomorrow I guess I'll be home
Through the hills of Kentucky 'cross the Ohio river
The old man kept talking 'bout his life and his times
He fell asleep with his head against the window
Said an honest man's pillow is his peace of mind
This world offers riches and riches will grow wings
I don't take stock in those uncertain things

(Chorus)
Days turn to minutes
And minutes to memories
Life sweeps away the dreams
That we have planned
You are young and you are the future
So suck it up and tough it out
And be the best you can

The old man had a vision but it was hard for me to follow
I do things my way and I pay a high price
When I think back on the old man and the bus ride
Now that I'm older I can see he was right

Another hot one out on highway eleven
This is my life it's what I've chosen to do
ThereĎs no free rides No one said it'd be easy
The old man told me this my son Iím telling it to you

(Chorus)
Days turn to minutes
And minutes to memories
Life sweeps away the dreams
That we have planned
You are young and you are the future
So suck it up and tough it out
And be the best you can




Written by John Mellencamp

Well I was born in a small town
And I live in a small town
Probably die in a small town
Oh those small communities

All my friends are so small town
My parents live in the same small town
My job is so small town
Provides little opportunity

Educated in a small town
Taught the fear of Jesus in a small town
Used to daydream in that small town
Another boring romantic that's me

But I've seen it all in a small town
Had myself a ball in a small town
Married an L.A. doll and brought her to this small town
Now she's small town just like me

No I cannot forget from where it is that I come from
I cannot forget the people who love me
Yeah I can be myself here in this small town
And people let me be just what I want to be

Got nothing against a big town
Still hayseed enough to say
Look who's in the big town
But my bed is in a small town
Oh, and that's good enough for me

Well I was born in a small town
And I can breathe in a small town
Gonna die in this small town
Oh that's probably where they'll bury me


Written by Robert Johnson

Well I got stones in my passway
And my road is black as night
Yeah I got stones in my passway
And my road is black as night
I got some pains in my heart
And they steal my appetite

Well I got a bird to whistle
I got a bird to sing
Yes I got a bird to whistle
I got a bird to sing
I got a woman that Iím lovin'
But she donít mean a thing

Well you try to take my life
All my money too
I said to ya baby
What you tryin' to do
I said please
Hey! Let us be friends
You hear me howliní in your passway
Baby please let me in

Well I got three legs to walk on
Baby, please donít block my road
Yes I got three legs to walk on
Baby, please donít block my road
All of my friends have betrayed me
And Iím booked and I got to go




Written by John Mellencamp

Never wanted to be no pop singer
Never wanted to write no pop songs
Never had no weird hair to get my songs over
Never wanted to hang out after the show

Pop singer
Pop songs

Never wanted to have my picture taken
Now, who would want to look into these eyes
Just want to make it real - good, bad or indifferent
That's the way that I live and that's the way that I'll die, as a
Pop singer
Of pop songs

Pop singer
Pop songs
Pop singer

Never wanted to be no pop singer
Never want to write no pop songs
Never wanted to have a manager over for dinner
Never wanted to hang out after the show

Pop singer, writing pop songs
Pop singer writing pop songs
Never wanted to be no pop singer, pop songs
A pop singer
Never wanted to write no pop songs


Written by John Mellencamp

A million young poets
Screamin' out their words
To a world full of people
Just livin' to be heard
Future generations
Ridin' on the highways that we built
I hope they have a better understanding

Check it out
Goin' to work on Monday
Check it out
Got yourself a family
Check it out
All utility bills have been paid
You can't tell your best buddy that you love him
So check it out
Where does our time go
Check it out
Got a brand new house in escrow
Check it out
Sleepin' with your back to your loved one
This is all that we've learned about happiness

Check it out
Forgot to say hello to my neighbors
Check it out
Sometimes I question my own behavior
Check it out
Talkin' about the girls that we've seen on the sly
Just to tell our souls we're still the young lions
So check it out
Gettin' too drunk on Saturdays
Check it out
Playin' football with the kids on Sundays
Check it out
Soarin' with the eagles all week long
And this is all that we've learned about living
This is all that we've learned about living

Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
Check it out

A million young poets
Screamin' out their words
Maybe someday
Those words will be heard
By future generations
Ridin' on the highways that we built
Maybe they'll have a better understanding
Check it out
Hope they'll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they'll have a better understanding
Check it out
Maybe they'll have a better understanding
Check it out
Hope they have a better understanding

Check it out
Check it out
Check it out
So check it out
Check it out




Written By John Mellencamp

Seems like once upon a time ago
I was where I was supposed to be
My vision was true and my heart was too
There was no end to what I could dream
I walked like a hero into the setting sun
Everyone called out my name
Death to me was just a mystery
I was too busy raising up Cain

But nothing lasts forever
Your best efforts donít always pay
Sometimes you get sick
And donít get better
Thatís when life is short
Even in its longest days

So you pretend not to notice
That everything has changed
The way that you look
And the friends you once had
So you keep on acting the same
But deep down in your soul
You know you, you got no flame
And who knows then which way to go
Life is short even in its longest days

All I got here
Is a rear view mirror
Reflections of where Iíve been
So you tell yourself Iíll be back up on top some day
But you know thereís nothing waiting up there for you anyway

Nothing lasts forever
And your best efforts donít always pay
Sometimes you get sick
And you donít get better
Thatís when life is short
Even in its longest days

Life is short
Even in its longest days




Written by John Mellencamp

I've ridden down Sunset
I drank expensive wine
I've been married two dozen times
Raised ten children on a workman's pay
And I'm glad to say I've enjoyed everyday
Of the full catastrophe of life

I've sat in courtrooms
had people call me names
I've been to London town
On a supersonic plane
I was lovin' your wife
While you were lovin mine
And I'm glad to say I've enjoyed everyday
Of the full catastrophe of life

I've opened my belt to trouble everyday
Ain't looking for a fight
But you know I won't run away
From the full catastrophe of life

I've seen the goodness
I've known the baddest around
I was tattooed when it first came out
I shook the hand that showed Moses the way
And I'm glad to say I've enjoyed everyday
Of the full catastrophe of life




Well Iíve got a house, way up in the sky
Yes, I got a house, way up in the sky
Life may be dreary, but I can still sing
Fly up to heaven
On my soul wings

Well my soul Lord
My soulís got wings
My load is heavy
But I can still sing
Climb up my mountain
Walk on my sea
Fly up to heaven
On my soulís wings

Well Iíve got a house, way up in the sky
Yes, I got a house, way up in the sky
Life may be dreary, but I can still sing
Fly up to heaven
On my soul wings

So full of joy now, donít know what to say
Kneel at my bedside, each night to pray
Sleep on my pillow, all night I dream
Gonna fly up to heaven
On my soulís wings

Wake up in the morning, way up in the sun
Work for my Lord, Ďtil my workís done
Night time I stop, to count my good deeds
Fly up to heaven
On my soulís wings

Well Iíve got a house, way up in the sky
Yes, I got a house, way up in the sky
Life may be dreary, but I can still sing
Fly up to heaven
On my soul wings

Fly up to heaven
On my soul wings

Fly up to heaven
On my soul wings




Written by John Mellencamp and George Green

Scarecrow on a wooden cross
Blackbird in the barn
Four hundred empty acres
That used to be my farm
I grew up like my daddy did
My grandpa cleared this land
When I was five I walked the fence
While grandpa held my hand

(Chorus)
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation
This land made me proud
And Son I'm just sorry
There's no legacy for you now
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow

The crops we grew last summer
Weren't enough to pay the loan
Couldn't buy the seed to plant this spring
And the Farmers Bank foreclosed
Called my old friend Schepman up
To auction off the land
He said John it's just my job
And I hope you understand
Hey calling it your job ol' hoss
Sure don't make it right
But if you want me to I'll say a prayer
For your soul tonight
And grandma's on the front porch swing
With a Bible in her hand
Sometimes I hear her singing
"Take me to the Promised Land"
When you take away a man's dignity
He can't work his fields and cows

There'll be blood on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Blood on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow

Well there's ninety-seven crosses
Planted in the courthouse yard
Ninety-seven families
Who lost ninety-seven farms
I think about my Grandpa
My neighbors and my name
And some nights I feel like dyin'
Like that scarecrow in the rain

Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation
Hey this land made me proud
And Son I'm just sorry
They're just memories for you now

Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow

Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
This land fed a nation
This land made me so proud
And Son I'm just sorry
They're just memories for you now
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Rain on the scarecrow
Blood on the plow
Ooooooh yeah




Written by John Mellencamp

She had a dream
And boy it was a good one
So she chased after her dream
With much desire
But when she got too close
To her expectations
Well the dream burned up
Like paper in fire

(Chorus)
Paper in fire
Stinkin' up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin' up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire

He wanted love
With no involvement
So he chased the wind
That's all his silly life required
And the days of vanity
Went on forever
And he saw his days burn up
Like paper in fire

(Chorus)
Paper in fire
Stinkin' up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin' up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire

There is a good life
Right across this green field
And each generation
Stares at it from afar
But we keep no check
On our appetites
So the green fields turn to brown
Like paper in fire

(Chorus)
Paper in fire
Stinkin' up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin' up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire

(Chorus)
Paper in fire
Stinkin' up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin' up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire




Written by John Mellencamp

Well, they like to get you in a compromising position
Well, they like to get you there and smile in your face
Yeah, they think they're so cute when they got you in that condition
Well I think it's a total disgrace
And I say

(Chorus)
And I say I fight authority, authority always wins
Well I fight authority, authority always wins
Well I been doing it since I was a young kid
I come out grinnin'
Well I fight authority, authority always wins

I call up my preacher
I say, "Give me strength for Round 5."
He said , "You don't need no strength, you need to grow up son."
I said, "Growing up leads to growing old and then to dying
Oh "and dying to me don't sound like all that much fun."

(Chorus)
And so I say I fight authority, authority always wins
Well, I fight authority, authority always wins
Well, I been doing it since I was a young kid
I come out grinnin'
Well, I fight authority, authority always wins
I say oh no oh no
I say oh no no no
I say oh no no no

I fight authority, authority always wins

(Chorus)
And so I say I fight authority, authority always wins
Well, I fight authority, authority always wins
Well, I been doing it since I was a young kid
I come out grinnin'
Well, I fight authority, authority always wins




Written by John Mellencamp

There's a black man with a black cat livin' in a black neighborhood
He's got an interstate runnin' through his front yard
You know he thinks he's got it so good
And there's a woman in the kitchen cleanin' up the evenin' slop
And he looks at her and says, "Hey darlin', I can remember when
You could stop a clock."

(Chorus)
Oh but ain't that America for you and me
Ain't that America somethin' to see baby
Ain't that America home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me
Oh yeah, for you and me

Well, there's a young man in a t-shirt
Listenin' to a rockin' rollin' station
He's got greasy hair, greasy smile
He says, "Lord this must be my destination."
'Cause they told me when I was younger
Said "Boy you're gonna be president."
But just like everything else those old crazy dreams
Just kinda came and went

(Chorus)
Oh but ain't that America for you and me
Ain't that America somethin' to see baby
Ain't that America home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me

Well there's people and more people
What do they know know know
Go to work in some high rise
And vacation down at the Gulf of Mexico
Ooh yeah
And there's winners and there's losers
But they ain't no big deal
'Cause the simple man baby pays the thrills, the bills,
The pills that kill

(Chorus)
Oh but ain't that America for you and me
Ain't that America somethin' to see baby
Ain't that America home of the free, yeah
Little pink houses for you and me




Written by John Mellencamp

Well I lived on the outskirts of town
In an eight room farmhouse, baby
When my brothers and friends were around
There was always somethin' doin'
Had me a couple of real nice girlfriends
Stopped by to see me every once in a while
When I think back about those days
All I can do is sit and smile

(Chorus)
That's when a sport was a sport
And groovin' was groovin'
And dancin' meant everything
We were young and we were improvin'
Laughin', laughin' with our friends
Holdin' hands meant somethin', baby
Outside the club "Cherry Bomb"
Our hearts were really thumpin'
Say yeah yeah yeah
Say yeah yeah yeah

The winter days they last forever
But the weekends went by so quick
Went ridin' around this little country town
We were goin' nuts, girl, out in the sticks
One night, me with my big mouth
A couple guys had to put me in my place
When I see those guys these days
We just laugh and we say "do you remember when?"

(Chorus)
That's when a sport was a sport
And groovin' was groovin'
And dancin' meant everything
We were young and we were improvin'
Laughin', laughin' with our friends
Holdin' hands meant somethin', baby
Outside the club" Cherry Bomb"
Our hearts were really thumpin'
Say yeah yeah yeah
Say yeah yeah yeah

Alright

Say yeah yeah yeah
Say yeah yeah yeah

Seventeen has turned thirty-five
I'm surprised that we're still livin'
If we've done any wrong
I hope that we're forgiven
Got a few kids of my own
And some days I still don't know what to do
I hope that they're not laughing too loud
When they hear me talkin'
Like this to you

(Chorus)
That's when a sport was a sport
And groovin' was groovin'
And dancin' meant everything
We were young and we were improvin'
Laughin', laughin' with our friends
Holdin' hands meant so much, baby
Outside the club" Cherry Bomb"
Our hearts were really thumpin'
Say yeah yeah yeah
Say yeah yeah yeah




ALBUM DETAILS

Release Date: May 11, 2018

Released on Blu-Ray/CD, DVD/CD, or Digital Download

A unique voyage into the mind and music of John Mellencamp, Plain Spoken is a live concert filmed at the historic Chicago Theatre, overlaid with personal commentary from the man himself reflecting on his career and life. This DVD set not only includes the original version of the film that debuted on Netflix, but a ďnon-commentaryĒ version of the concert, as well as a live CD. The set list traverses material from across John Mellencampís career, from classics like ďSmall TownĒ and ďPop SingerĒ to songs from his most recent release Sad Clowns and Hillbillies.


TRACKLISTING:

1. Lawless Times
2. Troubled Man
3. Minutes to Memories
4. Small Town
5. Stones in My Passway
6. Pop Singer
7. Check It Out
8. Longest Days
9. The Full Catastrophe
10. My Soul's Got Wings
11. Overture
12. Rain on the Scarecrow
13. Paper in Fire
14. Authority Song
15. Pink Houses
16. Cherry Bomb

 

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