Chestnut Street Revisited Lyrics - John Mellencamp

Well I've lived and breathed and been disbelieved 

In these small town streets too long 

I've held nothin' but aces and been many places 

And hung on the corner 'til dawn 

But my hands have been tied 

To a life I've been denied 

I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy 

And workin' a nine to five 

Well I worked like a fool 'til after done with high school 

Just to form a rock and rollin' band 

But the streets were exploding and my life I was decoding 

Had a dream I couldn't understand 

And I work it out everyday 

For no fun and very little pay 

I'm just a smal town boy bein' used like a toy 

And doin' what other people say 

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Well I've drooled and fooled and been ridiculed 

For havin' dreams just above my reach 

And I've lied and died and tried suicide 

For all the things you people wanna preach 

But I always had to turn the other way 

When I heard those homefolks say 

(They say) You're just a small town boy bein' used like a toy 

And livin' on a day to day 

But you must believe that when I walk down the tracks 

All those young girls fall back and say 

There goes that sleek young silhouette 

He don't drive no Corvette 

But he stings just like a Sting Ray 

And that's my only redemption in this house of detention 

That keeps me from simply blowin' it all away 

'Cause when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat 

I say, God don't take this away 

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Well by the end of the day, all the kids would go play 

And I'd come staggering back home 

With a dream in my hand and a master plan 

That wouldn't leave my mind alone 

Well I compromised all my schemes 

And I fluctuated all my dreams 

I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy 

And nothing is like it really seems 

But what a fool I must seem to have all these dreams 

And try to live them all through 

It's like a slap in your face, with a mercurochrome taste 

When the dream is long overdue 

And it seems kinda strange that nobody came 

To the game that I have put myself through 

And when I walk down the street in the hot summer heat 

I say, what the hell can I do 

Well I keep hopin' and wishin' that these romantic positions 

Gonna help me hide all this pain 

And all the hurt that I've felt underneath my leather studded belt 

Of not findin' my fortune and fame 

Some day I'll blow 'em away with the things that I sing and I say 

I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy 

And waitin' on my pay day 

I'm just a small town boy bein' used like a toy 

And waitin' on my pay day