Shame

Why are we to blame?

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Shame Lyrics

Songwriter Jim Truchard

Growin’ up on the farms of Texas, we learned the hard facts of life.

We got up at the crack of dawn to a day of hard work and strife.

Life was rough and tough, a new reality every day.

If it didn’t rain and the sun didn’t shine, there would be no hay.


Shame on me, shame on you…why are we to blame?

They cancel me and they cancel you, we can’t all be the same.

Now the thought police they tell us what to think and what to say.

They shame us and they cancel us, so they stop us either way.


Back on the farm we grew what we ate, ‘cause hunger – man it’s a bummer.

Taters and peas in the winter, veggies and fruits in the summer.

A half a day’s work was done before the rooster began to crow.

We learned if we wanted to reap, we had to sow.


Shame on me, shame on you…why are we to blame?

They cancel me and they cancel you, we can’t all be the same.

Now the thought police they tell us what to think and what to say.

They shame us and they cancel us, so they stop us either way.


The old folks came from the old country to escape the tyranny.

And the old folks slaved for a brutal landlord and dreamt to be free.

Over there the folks were taught what to think and what to say.

Over here the old folks taught us to be free and do what we may.


There’s a storm that’s brewin’ ‘cause they can’t forget, they can’t forgive.

You just want to say “can we just get along? Can we just live?”

Now we’re born free to pursue life and liberty, so why all the fuss?

If we’re born equal how can some be owed more by the rest of us?


Shame on me, shame on you…why are we to blame?

They cancel me and they cancel you, we can’t all be the same.

Now the thought police they tell us what to think and what to say.

They shame us and they cancel us, so they stop us either way.


They shame us and they cancel us, so they stop us either way.

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