Shuttin' Detroit Down Lyrics - Son Of A Preacher Man - John Rich

My daddy taught me that in this country everyone's the same 

You work hard for your dollar and you never pass the blame 

When it don't go your way 

Now I see all these big shots whinin' on my evening news 

About how they're losin' billions and it's up to me and you 

To come running to the rescue 

Well pardon me if I don't shed a tear 

Cause they're selling make believe 

And we don't buy that here 

Cause in the real world they're shutting Detroit down 

While the boss man takes his bonus pay and jets on out of town 

And DC's bailing out them bankers as the farmers auction ground 

Yeah while they're living it up on Wall Street in that New York City town 

Here in the real world they're shuttin' Detroit down 

Here in the real world they're shuttin' Detroit down 

Well that old man's been workin' in that plant most all of his life 

Now his pension plan's been cut in half and he can't afford to die 

And it's a crying shame 

Cause he ain't the one to blame 

When I look down and see his calloused hands 

Well let me tell you friend it gets me fightin' mad 

Cause in the real world they're shutting Detroit down 

While the boss man takes his bonus pay and jets out of town 

And DC's bailing out the bankers as the farmers auction ground 

Yeah while they're living it up on Wall Street in that New York City town 

Here in the real world they're shuttin' Detroit down 

Yeah while there' living it up on Wall Street in that New York City town 

Here in the real world they're shuttin' Detroit down 

Here in the real world they're shuttin' Detroit down 

In the real world they're shuttin Detroit down 

They're shuttin' Detroit down