When you were a young boy
Were you ever told to be a man
Standing in the mirror
Did you try too hard to understand
Did you try to please them
Did you try too hard to make them proud
Standing in the deep left field
Where the other boys would point and laugh out loud

When you think about tomorrow
Is it enough to make you cry
When you think about tomorrow
Do the tears well up 'cause
Nobody looks like you in middle America
Nobody acts like you in middle America
Ba ba ba ba
Middle America
Ba ba ba ba
Middle America

You moved here from the city
Yeah you used to roam the streets alone
Now you're scared to turn the corner
Just to get back home
Kids call you "colored"
Like it was nineteen sixty-one
And you wonder if you can holler
But you hold your tongue because

When you think about tomorrow
Is it enough to make you cry
When you think about tomorrow
Do the tears well up 'cause
Nobody looks like you in middle America
Nobody acts like you in middle America
Ba ba ba ba
Middle America
Ba ba ba ba
Middle America

Ooh ... ah

Ooh ...

Do you wonder why they tease you
And why their moms won't let them play
Do you wonder who's the coward
And who's the one who's afraid
Do you think they know
That you are brave and strong and free
And it's so sad no one remembers
Why their mother's mother's daddy came here
Ba ba ba ba
Middle America
Ba ba ba ba
Middle America
Ba ba ba ba
Middle America
Ba ba ba ba
Middle America

Oh say can you see
By the dawn's early light

Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba
Middle America
Ba ba ba ba
Middle America
Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba
Ba ba ba ba


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Middle America song meanings
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