Well there's rights and wrongs and fightin' songs on both sides And each day finds me changin' points of view One says you've got to hurt to know the feeling And another's fightin' feelings to get through
And I'm tired of hearing that same ol' story 'Bout where you've gotta stand to feel your pain These days it's hard to find a hero To help us helpless fools out of the rain
And my daddy was a golf pro up in Scarsdale And he worked his tail off six days a week You can't plant no taters with your golfclub But them city boys would listen when he'd speak
And I'm tired of hearing that same ol' story 'Bout where you've gotta stand to feel your pain And there's a truck stop on the wrong side of glory And it's filled with fools waiting for a train Hit it Joe
And I heard some cowboy singing 'bout his Indians Pre-war, free bore, pre-faded Jeans Like he thinks that there's a chance we wouldn't win again If the whole world understood this song he sings
And I'm tired of hearing that same ol' story 'Bout where you've gotta stand to feel your pain And I listened and he never did assure me That he wasn't sellin' wholesale turquoise rings
Now the troops have all withdrawn from Southeast Asia And the Swiss banks got the bullion left by Thieu And we've rescued every blessed soul for savin' And we'll adopt the ones that look like me and you
And I'm tired of hearing that same ol' story And I wonder if I'll always feel the pain God bless the ones that don't and do so much for those that do And God damn the ones that keep this world insane.