Correction Lyrics Corner Bar by Uncle Kracker

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Once upon a time in the land of plenty
The land of lawyers, guns and money
A funny little thing we all call greed
Brought my hometown down to its knees

A little bit worried about the shape I’m in
Baby needs shoes and the wallet’s thin
Got no gas or electricity
But everybody’s singin’ in harmony…

Sell me up, sell me down
Be sold out sittin’ here hangin’ around
Take my house, take my car
But you can’t take my seat at the corner bar
Take my crib, take my car
But I’m keepin’ my seat at the corner bar

No block party, everybody’s evicted
No street lights, no runnin’ liquids
I got no room on my credit card
And I’m three court dates from the prison yard

My credit score’s fallen like the New York Mets
There ain’t a debt collector that ain’t called yet
They say money don’t talk, it only swears
Got me cussing in my underwear

Once upon a time in America
The politicians went and fell outta love
There was a raping of the common man
And left us sittin’ here without no plan

Swimmin’ through bills like Michael Phelps
Down and out and can’t get no help
The kids are hungry
Peepin’ French Poodles
Pickin’ through dumpsters for Ramen noodles

Standin’ in line with a family to feed
Tradin’ Manhattan for Indian beads
It’s been a long time since we felt good
Got everybody waitin’ on Robin Hood

Once upon a time in America
The politicians went and fell outta love
There was a raping of the common man
And left us sittin’ here without no plan

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