Born In '55 - Darrell Scott

It was hot and I was thirsty

So I pulled off for a beer

The woman said «you need ID or I can’t serve your here»

She had that slightly hardened look

Like all barmaids often do

As they wait to send you packing

At the first sign that you might get rude

I still remember

When I was eight years old

They called us to the lunchroom and told us JFK was gone

My teacher she was crying

I felt so bad for her

That was the part I understood

About the rest I wasn’t sure

That night on the TV

We watched the way he died

I was born in '55 ma’am

I was born in '55

Then the fight for civil rights

Marches, strikes, and tested wills

No one was surprised that much when Martin Luther King was killed

'Cause change, it comes in fits and starts

With no regard for lives

I was born in '55, ma’am

I was born in '55

Then just two months later

Bobby died that day

That little bastard shot him in a hotel in LA

At that point, three great men were dead

And Nixon left alive

I was born in '55, ma’am

I was born in '55

I recall the headlines on the papers that my father read

There were numbers for the wounded and numbers for the dead

Hendrix lit up Woodstock in 1969

I was born in '55, ma’am

I was born in '55

Finally she just looked at me

And lit a cigarette

Put a cold one on the bar

I drank it then I left

I walked out to my car

And I went on with my drive

I was born in '55

I was born in '55

I was born in '55

I was born in '55