Acid - Hard Working Americans

Kathleen Maddox' only son

Hobo, tramp, nobody

Box car, jug o' wine

Straight razor get too close to me

Did five for robbery

But that’s not what she’s known around here for

By the time I was five school was on fire

She told them she couldn’t take it no more

They called him Creepy but he showed me how

To play a couple chords on the guitar

He also showed me how to turn a bitch out

A heartless trick but it took me far

By the end of the fifties I had all of my own

For a song and a sweet talk or two

But learning how going in and out of the system

Was almost the sane thing to do

When I got out everything’d changed

Easy to fool but so strange

Tell a hippie girl she’s pretty and she’d cry for days

But you give it away so you can’t make it pay, so

All of the girls agreed

That together we could make a rock star out of me

But then we started taking acid

Things really got out of hand, man

I don’t like looking back on those days now

Words we said, clothes we wore

I act crazy when I get asked about

I can’t explain how.

I can’t explain no more, but

It wasn’t only the Beatles

We also jammed out to the Moody Blues, man

Lot of music spoke to you back then, man

The music spoke to you back then

(back then, back then, back then…)