Corner Bar - Uncle Kracker

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Once upon a time in the land of plenty
The land of lawyers, guns and money
A funny little thing we all call greed
Brought my hometown down to its knees

A little bit worried about the shape I'm in
Baby needs shoes and the wallet's thin
Got no gas or electricity
But everybody's singin' in harmony...

Sell me up, sell me down
Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around
Take my house, take my car
But you can't take my seat at the corner bar
Take my crib, take my car
But I'm keepin' my seat at the corner bar

No block party, everybody's evicted
No street lights, no runnin' liquids
I got no room on my credit card
And I'm three court dates from the prison yard

My credit score's fallen like the New York Mets
There ain't a debt collector that ain't called yet
They say money don't talk, it only swears
Got me cussing in my underwear

Sell me up, sell me down
Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around
Take my house, take my car
But you can't take my seat at the corner bar
Take my crib, take my car
But I'm keepin' my seat at the corner bar

Once upon a time in America
The politicians went and fell outta love
There was a raping of the common man
And left us sittin' here without no plan

Swimmin' through bills like Michael Phelps
Down and out and can't get no help
The kids are hungry
Peepin' French Poodles
Pickin' through dumpsters for Ramen noodles

Standin' in line with a family to feed
Tradin' Manhattan for Indian beads
It's been a long time since we felt good
Got everybody waitin' on Robin Hood

Sell me up, sell me down
Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around
Take my house, take my car
But you can't take my seat at the corner bar
Take my crib, take my car
But I'm keepin' my seat at the corner bar

Once upon a time in America
The politicians went and fell outta love
There was a raping of the common man
And left us sittin' here without no plan

Sell me up, sell me down
Be sold out sittin' here hangin' around
Take my house, take my car
But you can't take my seat at the corner bar
Take my crib, take my car
But I'm keepin' my seat at the corner bar

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Uncle Kracker (born Matthew Shafer 9 November 1974 in Mount Clemens, Michigan) is an American rock and roll and country music musician.

He started out his career at a young age as a fledgling rapper. He met Kid Rock in 1987, and Rock asked Kracker to become his DJ. Kracker did not know how to work the turntables, but he soon learned how to, and he became a long-term friend and colleague of Rock.

Kracker worked with Kid Rock until he became a solo artist in 2000.

The My Hometown Songfacts reports that Kracker recorded Postcards From Home over seven weeks in early 2011. The album title was inspired by his hectic life on the road after his successful Happy Hour longplayer. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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