Over the Border (To America) - Graham Parker

    A man smokes and a dog stretches
    A woman works and a kid kvetches
    I'm ridin' on a road that stretches
    Over the border to America
    Over the border to America

    I got nothin' but lonesome time A backyard and a religious shrine
    There must be something better over there
    Over the border to America

    There's a lot of versions of the honest truth
    One for them and baby one for you
    One for the rich one for the poverty stricken
    One for the healthy and one for the sick and
    One for the tortured and one for the slave
    One they tell you when they put you in your grave
    One for the businessman with someone else's money
    One for the beggar with nothing in his belly

    We got one room to live in wife, child and man
    Not much bigger than an ice cream van
    Sometimes we walk a mile and stand and stare
    Over the border to America

    I stood and watched as the wall came down
    Heard the freedom bell begin to sound
    Watched the hammer as it hit the ground
    Saw the sickle spinning round and round
    Now don't make us out to be peons or fools
    We're into Zeppelin and Paula Abdul
    Now we're all gonna live in that cultural mecca
    Order everyone a triple decker
    We're gonna buy a thousand pair of nylons
    Come and live on Staten Island
    Oh Liberty let me walk in there
    Where law and justice are always fair
    There's only one place to get your share
    Over the border to America
    Over the border to America

    Marco Giunco
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