Neil Young - Ordinary People Lyrics
In a dusty town a clock struck high noon, two men stood face to face.One wore black and one wore white, but of fear there wasnt a trace.Two hundred years later two hot rods drag through the very same place,And a half a million peopleMoved in to pick up the pace, a factory full of people.Makin parts to go to outer space, a train load of people.They were aimin for another place, out of town people.Theres a man in the window with a big cigar, says everythings for sale.The house and the boat and the railroad car, the owners gotta go to jail.He acquired these things from a life of crime, now hes selling them to raise his bail.He was rippin off the people.Sellin guns to the underground, tryin to help the people.Lose their ass for a piece of ground, rippin off the people.Skimmin the top when there was no one around, tryin to help the people.He was dealing antiques in a hardware store but he sure had a lot to hide.He had a backroom full of the guns of war and a ton of ammunition besides.Well, he walked with a cane, kept a bolt on the door with five pit bulls inside,Just a warning to the peopleWho might try to break in at night, protection from the people.Selling safety in the darkest night, tryin to help the people.Get the drugs to the street all right, ordinary people.Well, its hard to say where a man goes wrong, might be here and it might be there.What starts out weak might get too strong, if you cant tell foul from fair.But its hard to judge from an angry throng of hands stretched into the air,The vigilante people.Takin law into their own hands, conscientious people.Crackin down on the druglords land, government people.Confiscatin all the dealers land, patch-of-ground people.Down at the factory, theyre puttin new windows in.The vandals made a mess of things, and the homeless just walked right in.Well, they worked here once, and they live here now, but they might work here again,Theyre ordinary people.And theyre livin in a nightmare, hard workin people.And they dont know how they go there, ordinary people.And they think that you dont care, hard workin people.Down on the assembly line, they keep puttin the same thing out.But the people today, they just aint buyin, nobody can figure it out.Well, they try like hell to build a quality end, theyre workin hard without a doubt,Theyre ordinary people.And the dollars what its all about, hard workin people.But the customers are walkin out, lee iacocca people.Yeah, they look but they just dont buy, hard workin people.Two out of work models and a fashion slave try to dance away the michelob night.The bartender poured himself another drink, while two drunks sat watchin the fight.The champ went down, then he got up again, and then he went out like a light,He was fightin for the people.But his timing wasnt right, for las vegas peopleWho came to see a las vegas fight, high rollin people.Takin limos though the neon night, fightin for the people.And then a new rolls royce and a company car they went flyin down the street.Each one tryin to make it to the gate before employees manned the fleet.The trucks full of products for the modern home, set to roll out into the streetOf downtown people.Tryin to make their way to work, nose-to-the-stone people.Some are saints, and some are jerks, hard workin people.Stoppin for a drink on the way to work, alcoholic people.Yeah yeah, theyre takin it one day, one day at a time.Out on the railroad track, theyre cleanin up number nine.Theyre scrubbin the boiler down, well, she really is lookin fine.Awe, shes lookin so good, theyre gonna bring her back on line,Ordinary people.Theyre gonna bring the good things back, nose-to-the stone people.Put the business back on track, ordinary people.I got faith in the regular kind, hard workin people,Patch-of-ground people.
