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Ain't I a Man

from The Sun's Gotta Shine by The Foghorns

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I ain’t never beat a man didn’t ask for it twice. I ain’t never looked to long at another man’s wife. Ain’t I a man. Well I moved myself to the big city to escape small town monopolies. There’s only two jobs where I come from, you either rob from the sick or you sell to children. Makes it hard to be a man. But ain’t I a man. Well I got here to find it was even worse. They still rob from the sick but they do it in church. What they sell to kids it don’t even work. Only read what can fit on a shirt. And they climb up mountains to get buried alive. Sing about living in 1905. 9 out of 10 can’t take a shit on their own. They’re utterly helpless when they ain’t on their phones. And I ain’t never met a man here. But ain’t I a man. And you say they’re beautiful. I say babies are beautiful. We are all born beautiful. But sometime you gotta grow up, you gotta be a man. While I was gone my home town it got worse. Little boy stood up tall said we won’t pay you to work. Said you can scream all you want but it’s money I hear. Said goodbye Wisconsin Kansas is here. So I’m stuck in the city where the geeks are kings. They’ve got all the morals of Louis the XIV. They don’t pay no taxes send their kids overseas so they don’t have to see the poor sleeping in the streets. Makes it hard to be a man. But ain’t I a man. I’ve seen protests seen some broken glass. Heard a couple kids shout save the middle class. They said we want to live like our parents lived you got us begging for scraps we want to live like men but the kids got sprayed and they got locked up and they learned to stay down and they learned to shut up. Hard time to be a man. But ain’t I a man

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from The Sun's Gotta Shine, released May 7, 2015

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The Foghorns Seattle, Washington

Landing in Seattle via Iceland, Wisconsin and Brooklyn, The Foghorns are a very late night folk and roots rock octet. Bart Cameron writes the songs, a rag tag choir (nicknamed Bucket o Bourbon Choir), provides harmonies, rhythm, and broken glass, and Lauren Trew demonstrates the bass clarinet should be part of rock.While insane touring decreased in 2012, live shows are still a focus. ... more

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