Lyrics John Hiatt – Native Son
Text:
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
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
At the river of pride
Where we tried to take a stand
Chorus 2x
In the fields before the flood
You’ll be spilling blood
Like a native son
Album
John Hiatt – John Hiatt - Walk On
John Hiatt – Mile High
John Hiatt – Friend Of Mine
John Hiatt – Your Love Is My Rest
John Hiatt – Wrote It Down And Burned It
John Hiatt – Shredding The Document
John Hiatt – I Can’t Wait
John Hiatt – Ethylene
John Hiatt – Dust Down A Country Road
John Hiatt – Native Son
John Hiatt – The River Knows Your Name
John Hiatt – Good As She Could Be
John Hiatt – Walk On
John Hiatt – You Must Go
John Hiatt – Cry Love