Heartland Feeling Beck

[Intro: Spoken]
I'm totally fucked up
I can barely speak
I'm totally fucked up
They gave me so many drugs
But, uh, I'm going to be here
Alright, what we're talking about here
Is, is a kind of
It's a heartland feeling
Like, uh, Mellencamp
You know, kind of a Mellen feeling
Ok, what you got to get together is a
Some, a heartland folk singer
Uh, we're going to need a real quick
Uh, John Cougar Mellencamp
Bruce Spingsteen, Bob Seeger
That type of feeling, a Mellen feeling
You know, real, uh, powerful, approving music, uh
Of a heartland quality
Uh, just powerful straight-forward music
And if you can't get
Just the right type of feeling
Find someone who will pass and change them

[Verse 1]
Old man Johnson got his head in his hand
Making his way across state in a fiddling band
With hair all down in his eyes
And the microphone all covered with flies
When he gets done playing, goes back to his room
Climbs in the bed in his cowboy boots
And he picks up a magazine, turns on the TV
Lights a cigar as he's falling asleep