They came this mornin’ with a dog on a chain
They came and took my little brother away
His generation never even got a name
My momma was a rocker way back in ’53
Buys them old records that they sell on T.V.
I know Chuck Berry wasn’t singin’ that to me
Chorus
Momma,
That’s all right, it’s your world
Hey this is my life
She’s my girl
My life/your world
I watch that fortune wheel
But never get to spin it
You made me promises, I don’t think you meant it
If there’s some sunshine baby
I’m gonna get out in it — oh yeah
(Repeat Chorus)
I tried to leave, but the traffic had been stopped
The beach was burnin’, and someone was
Throwin’ rocks —
They said an airplane had
Fallen on my block
(Repeat Chorus)