John Mellencamp Hotdogs And Hamburgers
Drivin' down on a dry summer's day Old Route 66 and I was just a kid Met a pretty little Indian girl ALong the way Got her into my car And tried to give her a kiss I'll give you beads and wampum Whatever it takes, girl, to make you trade She jumped into the back seat And she kinda flipped her lid She said you're tryin' to get something for nothing Like the Pilgrims in the olden days We rode for a while till the sun went away And I realized it was sort of an honor Bein' around this girl I felt embarrassed Of what I tried to do earlier that day She was the saddest girl I ever knew She told me stories about the Indian nations ANd how the White man stole their lives away And although she kinda liked me She could never trust me And when the sun comes up We'd go our different ways CHORUS Now everybody has got the choice Between hotdogs and hamburgers Every one of us has got to choose Between right and wrong And givin' up or holdin' on So I dropped her off at some railroad crossing in Texas An old Indian man was waiting there He smiled and thanked me But he saw right through me I could tell he didn't like me For my kind he did not care Because to him I was the White man The one who sold him something that he already owned And it was like he'd been riding in the car right there with us And I felt ashamed of my acations And the way the West was really won So I drove down the highway Till I came to Los Angeles The town of the angels The best this country can do I got down on my knees And I asked for forgiveness I said, Lord, forgive us for we know not what we do CHORUS -----------------------------------------------------------------------------
