These Are Not My People - Joe South
Written by:Joe South
First your mama and your papa
Sent you to the finest school
Never let it be said
That their little darlin' was a fool
So with a credit card in your good name
You were drawn like a moth to the flame
To the people of the night
Where you more or less lost your cool
Ah you had 2020 vision
And still you were walkin' 'round blind
Yes and whether right or wrong
I'd still tag along behind
But you're flyin' too high for me
And if this is how it's got to be
Then it's time to say
You go your way and I'll go mine
It's been a gas but I'm gonna have to pass
These are not my people no
These are not my people
And it looks like the end my friend
Gotta get in the wind my friend hmm
You found yourself naked
In the world with no place to hide
Then you felt the pulse of your God
And he had died
Then your rebels that have got no 'cause
And your tigers that have got no claws
They promised you world on a string
But you know they lied
Oh you know you said you'd be back
In a black cadillac limousine
But you know I'm inclined to think
It's not the kind you mean no
'Cause when you fall down from off your cloud
And you're just another face in the crowd
They're gonna throw you away
Like last week's magazines
It's been a gas but I'm gonna have to pass
These are not my people no no
These are not my people
And it looks like the end my friend
I gotta get in the wind my friend
It looks like the end my friend
I gotta get in the wind my friend
It looks like the end my friend
Gotta get in the wind my friend