Native Son — текст песни (John Hiatt)

You finally found the mainstream

In the middle of your life

You tapped into a vein

Of endless gold chains

Now youre locked up tight

Tearing down the middle of it

Splitting it right in half

Bobbing up and down the waves

Like a runaway slave

On a huck finn raft



Chorus:

Take your wife

Take your family

Take your gun

Running through the woods

And the burned out neighborhoods

Looking for someone

A member of your tribe

A place you can hide

til the war has begun

cause in the fields before the flood

Youll be spilling blood

Like a native son



Where you gonna run to

There aint no underground

If only you could fly

Youd cut across the sky

Like a rifle round

Oh, who are your people

And where is your homeland

cause theyre dying side by side

At the river of pride

Where we tried to take a stand



Chorus twice



In the fields before the flood

Youll be spilling blood

Like a native son