John Anderson & John Rich
Well, my daddy taught me in this country, everyone's the same
You work hard for your dollar and you never pass the blame
When it don't go your way
Now I see all these big shots whinin' on my evenin' news
About how they're losin' billions and it's up to me and you
To come runnin' to the rescue
Well, pardon me if I don't shed a tear
'Cause they're sellin' make-believe and we don't buy that here
'Cause in the real world, they're shuttin' Detroit down
While the boss man takes his bonus pay and jets on out of town
And D.C.'s bailin' out them bankers as the farmers auction ground
Yeah, while they're livin' it up on Wall Street in that New York City town
Here in the real world, they're shuttin' Detroit down
Here in the real world, they're shuttin' Detroit down
Well, that old man's been workin' in that plant most all his life
Now his pension plan's been cut in half and he can't afford to die
And it's a cryin' shame, 'cause he ain't the one to blame
When I look down and see his calloused hands
Well, let me tell you, friend, it gets me fightin' mad
'Cause in the real world, they're shuttin' Detroit down
While the boss man takes his bonus pay and jets on out of town
And D.C.'s bailin' out them bankers as the farmers auction ground
Yeah, while they're livin' it up on Wall Street in that New York City town
Here in the real world, they're shuttin' Detroit down
Yeah, while they're livin' it up on Wall Street in that New York City town
Here in the real world, they're shuttin' Detroit down
Here in the real world, they're shuttin' Detroit down
In the real world, they're shuttin' Detroit down
They're shuttin' Detroit down
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