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Lyrics for 'Native Son' by 'John Hiatt'
You Finally Found The Mainstream
In The Middle Of Your Life
You Tapped Into A Vein
Of Endless Gold Chains
Now You're 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
You'll Be Spilling Blood
Like A Native Son
Where You Gonna Run To
There Ain't No Underground
If Only You Could Fly
You'd Cut Across The Sky
Like A Rifle Round
Oh, Who Are Your People
And Where Is Your Homeland
'cause They're Dying Side By Side
At The River Of Pride
Where We Tried To Take A Stand
Chorus Twice
In The Fields Before The Flood
You'll Be Spilling Blood
Like A Native Son
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