Here Come the 80's
Dead on a course so full of crossroads
Full of runarounds and little loopholes
Dodging taxes, running outta gas
Don't blame the White House when we can't live fast
Around the corner, there is a new day
Here come the '80s, we'll find a new way
We'll find some new friends, we'll find some old friends
We'll free some has-beens around the next bend
Get on the phone now, spread the power
We're out of power another hour
Don't fool around, you ain't got to go down, hey
Here come the '80s, here come the '80s
Run out of first legs, ain't got no second wind
We're standin' up now for the third time
And out on the grapevine, there's fear that our time has come
Out of the old world, into the new world
We will not run away, we will not go away
Turn on your hotline, break out your bread line
No time for fine lines, they're ain't no two time
Too many bylines, sure ain't no high side
To save your bloodline, don't ever fly blind
Dawn on a new age, then turn a new page
Here come the '80s, here come the '80s
Down on the farm now, they gave us corn to grow
Straight into town now, they gave us winding roads
They gave us courage behind a whiskey glass
Behind a whiskey glass, they gave us time to pass
High on a mountain, there is a fountain
It will not make us young, it will not make us young
Well there's a new day, there is a new way
Here come the '80s, here come the '80s
Full of runarounds and little loopholes
Dodging taxes, running outta gas
Don't blame the White House when we can't live fast
Around the corner, there is a new day
Here come the '80s, we'll find a new way
We'll find some new friends, we'll find some old friends
We'll free some has-beens around the next bend
Get on the phone now, spread the power
We're out of power another hour
Don't fool around, you ain't got to go down, hey
Here come the '80s, here come the '80s
Run out of first legs, ain't got no second wind
We're standin' up now for the third time
And out on the grapevine, there's fear that our time has come
Out of the old world, into the new world
We will not run away, we will not go away
Turn on your hotline, break out your bread line
No time for fine lines, they're ain't no two time
Too many bylines, sure ain't no high side
To save your bloodline, don't ever fly blind
Dawn on a new age, then turn a new page
Here come the '80s, here come the '80s
Down on the farm now, they gave us corn to grow
Straight into town now, they gave us winding roads
They gave us courage behind a whiskey glass
Behind a whiskey glass, they gave us time to pass
High on a mountain, there is a fountain
It will not make us young, it will not make us young
Well there's a new day, there is a new way
Here come the '80s, here come the '80s
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Writer(s): Rodney J. Crowell
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