We Can't Make It Here
James McMurtry Lyrics


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There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing and both hands free

No one?s paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget?s just stretched so thin
And now there's more coming back from the Mideast war
We can't make it here anymore

And that big ol? building was the textile mill
That fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
'Cause we can't make it here anymore

You see those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just gonna sit there ?til they rot
?Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks

Empty storefronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here unless you're looking to score
We can't make it here anymore

The bar?s still open but man it?s slow
The tip jar?s light and the register?s low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day

Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. C.E.O.
See how far 5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one your stores
I bet you can't make it here anymore

And there's a high school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that

If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget the career and forget about school
Can she live on faith? Live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it?s way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore

Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
?Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore

Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate ?em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away

I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in their damn little war
And we can't make it here anymore

Will I work for food, will I die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks

So let ?em eat jellybeans let ?em eat cake
Let ?em eat shit, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force or join the Corps
If they can't make it here anymore

So that's how it is, that's what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind if you're listening at all
Get out of that limo, look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone tell us all why

In Dayton Ohio or Portland Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool

Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley and trash in the street




Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can't make it here anymore

Overall Meaning

James McMurtry's "We Can't Make It Here" is a song that speaks to the decline of the American Dream, and the ways in which corporate greed, government neglect, and a lack of investment in social welfare programs have created an environment in which people are struggling to survive. McMurtry uses vivid and poignant imagery to paint a picture of a small town that is slowly dying, where the once-thriving textile mill has closed, storefronts are empty, and people are struggling to make ends meet.


Throughout the song, McMurtry highlights various struggles that people are facing, including poverty, addiction, and the difficulty of making a living wage. He also touches on issues related to war, including the challenges faced by veterans who return home to a country that has largely abandoned them. The song's central message is that the American Dream is slipping away, and that unless we make dramatic changes to our economic and political systems, we will continue to see social and economic inequality grow.


Overall, "We Can't Make It Here" is a powerful and thought-provoking song that captures the spirit of a generation that has grown disillusioned with traditional political and economic systems. It offers a powerful critique of the status quo while also challenging listeners to imagine a different, more equitable future.


Line by Line Meaning

There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
A veteran from the Vietnam war is panhandling with a makeshift sign.


Sitting there by the left turn line
He is at an intersection waiting for drivers to turn left.


The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
The man's wheelchair has an American flag attached that is flapping in the wind.


One leg missing and both hands free
He has lost a leg in the war but still has both his hands.


No one?s paying much mind to him
Most people are ignoring him.


The V.A. budget?s just stretched so thin
The budget for the Veterans Affairs (VA) Department is minimal, and they have little funds to help veterans.


And now there's more coming back from the Mideast war
Now veterans are coming back from the Middle East War.


We can't make it here anymore
We are unable to maintain our livelihood in this area anymore.


And that big ol? building was the textile mill
A building was housing a textile mill.


That fed our kids and it paid our bills
The textile mill provided employment for the residents of the area.


But they turned us out and they closed the doors
However, they closed down the mill and fired all the employees.


'Cause we can't make it here anymore
We can no longer sustain our livelihood in the area.


You see those pallets piled up on the loading dock
There are unused pallets stacked up on the dock.


They're just gonna sit there ?til they rot
They are going to remain untouched until they are unusable.


?Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
There are no products to be shipped or packaged.


Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
The infrastructure for industries is in disrepair as shown by the damaged concrete and rusty tracks.


Empty storefronts around the square
There are numerous unoccupied store buildings.


There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
Drug addicts were using the gutter and left a needle, and there is broken glass all around the area.


You don't come down here unless you're looking to score
This area is not somewhere that you visit for leisure.


The bar?s still open but man it?s slow
The bar is still operating, but business is very slow.


The tip jar?s light and the register?s low
The tip jar does not have much money, and the cash register has little money.


The bartender don't have much to say
The bartender is not conversing much.


The regular crowd gets thinner each day
The regular customers are diminishing every day.


Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some people have run up their credit card debts.


Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Others have two jobs, but are living in their cars.


Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
Minimum wage is insufficient to cover the cost of both housing and drinks.


If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. C.E.O.
The CEO should attempt to survive on minimum wage to see how difficult it is to get by.


See how far 5.15 an hour will go
See how difficult it is to survive on a wage of $5.15 per hour.


Take a part time job at one your stores
Take a part-time job at one of your stores and see how you would fare.


I bet you can't make it here anymore
It's unlikely that the CEO could survive if he were in the same position as the underpaid workers.


And there's a high school girl with a bourgeois dream
A high school girl dreams of having a high-class lifestyle.


Just like the pictures in the magazine
Her dreams are based on the images in magazines and advertisements.


She found on the floor of the laundromat
She discovered a magazine on the laundromat floor.


A woman with kids can forget all that
A woman with children cannot achieve the same level of wealth.


If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
If she gets pregnant, she will have a difficult time supporting the child.


Forget the career and forget about school
She will have to abandon her career goals and education.


Can she live on faith? Live on hope?
She will struggle to live on faith and hope.


High on Jesus or hooked on dope
She could either turn to religion or drug use to cope with her situation.


When it?s way too late to just say no
It's too late to undo past mistakes.


You can't make it here anymore
The community can no longer sustain a place for people to thrive.


Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Someone is working a job stocking Walmart's shelves.


Just like the ones we made before
The items are the same as those that used to be produced locally.


?Cept this one came from Singapore
The product is now manufactured overseas in Singapore.


I guess we can't make it here anymore
We are no longer producing enough goods to survive in this area.


Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Should race be the reason to hate others?


Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Or should the reason for hating be someone's appearance or one's own situation?


Should I hate ?em for having our jobs today
Should I hate them for having the jobs that used to belong to us?


No I hate the men sent the jobs away
No, I hate the people who sent the jobs overseas.


I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
I am tormented by the image of those who sent our jobs away.


All lily white and squeaky clean
The executives and CEOs are all wealthy and have no financial problems.


They've never known want, they'll never know need
They have never suffered a lack of money or the need to struggle.


Their shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed
They do not have any foul qualities and their children will not have to fight wars.


Their kids won't bleed in their damn little war
Their children will never have to face the dangers of combat in a war.


And we can't make it here anymore
Local industries are unable to survive in this area.


Will I work for food, will I die for oil
Am I going to have to work in exchange for food, or will I end up fighting and possibly dying in a war over oil?


Will kill for power and to us the spoils
People will kill others for the power and financial gain that it brings.


The billionaires get to pay less tax
The super-rich get to avoid paying taxes.


The working poor get to fall through the cracks
People who work but are still poor are neglected by society.


So let ?em eat jellybeans let ?em eat cake
The working poor should simply be happy with what they get and make do with it.


Let ?em eat shit, whatever it takes
Society does not care if the working poor have to face difficulties to survive.


They can join the Air Force or join the Corps
The poor can join the military for financial security.


If they can't make it here anymore
If they are no longer able to sustain their livelihood in their area.


So that's how it is, that's what we got
This is the current state of our society.


If the president wants to admit it or not
Whether the president acknowledges it or not.


You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall
It's evident everywhere in the news and graffiti.


Hear it on the wind if you're listening at all
You can tell if you pay attention to the environment around you.


Get out of that limo, look us in the eye
Come out of the luxury car, look at the people and acknowledge their struggles.


Call us on the cell phone tell us all why
Contact us directly and explain why you have chosen not to address the nation's problems.


In Dayton Ohio or Portland Maine
This is happening everywhere, not just in specific areas.


Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
Even small communities based around agriculture are affected.


That's done closed down along with the school
Even schools are being closed down.


And the hospital and the swimming pool
Along with hospitals and public swimming pools.


Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There are dust storms in the middle of the day.


There's rats in the alley and trash in the street
Rats roam the alleys and there are litter in the streets.


Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
There is graffiti painted on a boxcar door that signifies gang activity.




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management
Written by: JAMES MCMURTRY

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We Can't Make It Here
Song by James McMurtry
Lyrics

There's a Vietnam vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing and both hands free

No one's paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget's just stretched so thin
And now there' s more coming back from the Mideast war
We can't make it here anymore

And that big ol' building was the textile mill
That fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
'Cause we can' t make it here anymore

You see those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just gonna sit there 'til they rot
'Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks

Empty storefronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here unless you're looking to score
We can't make it here anymore

The bar's still open but man it' s slow
The tip jar's light and the register' s low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day

Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself, Mr. CEO
See how far $5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one your stores
I bet you can't make it here anymore

There's a high school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget the career and forget about school
Can she live on faith? Live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it's way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore

Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
'Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore

Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate 'em for having our jobs today
No, I hate the men sent the jobs away

I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in their damn little war
And we can't make it here anymore

Will work for food, will die for oil
Will kill for power, and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks

So let 'em eat jellybeans let 'em eat cake
Let 'em eat shit, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force or join the Corps
If they can't make it here anymore

So that's how it is, that's what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind if you're listening at all
Get out of that limo, look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone, tell us all why

In Dayton, Ohio or Portland, Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down, along with the school
And the hospital, and the swimming pool

Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley and trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can't make it here anymore


Songwriters: James Mcmurtry

We Can't Make It Here lyrics © Short Trip Music



city zen

There's a Vietnam Vet with a cardboard sign
Sitting there by the left turn line
The flag on his wheelchair flapping in the breeze
One leg missing and both hands free
No one?s paying much mind to him
The V.A. budget?s just stretched so thin
And now there's more coming back from the Mideast war
We can't make it here anymore
And that big ol? building was the textile mill
That fed our kids and it paid our bills
But they turned us out and they closed the doors
'Cause we can't make it here anymore
You see those pallets piled up on the loading dock
They're just gonna sit there ?til they rot
?Cause there's nothing to ship, nothing to pack
Just busted concrete and rusted tracks
Empty storefronts around the square
There's a needle in the gutter and glass everywhere
You don't come down here unless you're looking to score
We can't make it here anymore
The bar?s still open but man it?s slow
The tip jar?s light and the register?s low
The bartender don't have much to say
The regular crowd gets thinner each day
Some have maxed out all their credit cards
Some are working two jobs and living in cars
Minimum wage won't pay for a roof, won't pay for a drink
If you gotta have proof just try it yourself Mr. C.E.O.
See how far 5.15 an hour will go
Take a part time job at one your stores
I bet you can't make it here anymore
And there's a high school girl with a bourgeois dream
Just like the pictures in the magazine
She found on the floor of the laundromat
A woman with kids can forget all that
If she comes up pregnant what'll she do
Forget the career and forget about school
Can she live on faith? Live on hope?
High on Jesus or hooked on dope
When it?s way too late to just say no
You can't make it here anymore
Now I'm stocking shirts in the Wal-Mart store
Just like the ones we made before
?Cept this one came from Singapore
I guess we can't make it here anymore
Should I hate a people for the shade of their skin
Or the shape of their eyes or the shape I'm in
Should I hate ?em for having our jobs today
No I hate the men sent the jobs away
I can see them all now, they haunt my dreams
All lily white and squeaky clean
They've never known want, they'll never know need
Their shit don't stink and their kids won't bleed
Their kids won't bleed in their damn little war
And we can't make it here anymore
Will I work for food, will I die for oil
Will kill for power and to us the spoils
The billionaires get to pay less tax
The working poor get to fall through the cracks
So let ?em eat jellybeans let ?em eat cake
Let ?em eat shit, whatever it takes
They can join the Air Force or join the Corps
If they can't make it here anymore
So that's how it is, that's what we got
If the president wants to admit it or not
You can read it in the paper, read it on the wall
Hear it on the wind if you're listening at all
Get out of that limo, look us in the eye
Call us on the cell phone tell us all why
In Dayton Ohio or Portland Maine
Or a cotton gin out on the great high plains
That's done closed down along with the school
And the hospital and the swimming pool
Dust devils dance in the noonday heat
There's rats in the alley and trash in the street
Gang graffiti on a boxcar door
We can't make it here anymore



All comments from YouTube:

Charles Lee

James McMurtry’s writing and guitar skills are grossly under-rated.

“I started writing this song during the Clinton Administration and finished during Bush. Everyone thinks it’s anti-Bush, but it’s really anti-outsourcing, which took off under Clinton. The next two Administrations didn’t do anything about it so it’s still relevant.” - James McMurtry, Acoustic Guitar Magazine, Aug 26, 2016

Libby Pritchett

Outsourcing started way before Clinton. Started in the early seventies

Ryan White

Thank you for sharing.

Ben Melman

He's sharp as a tack. There aren't too many truth-tellers left in the music industry anymore; but James gets it.

mark drane

I pray this wonderful song becomes irrelevant

MiM Musicians in Mourning

It applies to all the monsters that occupy the seats of power, yesterday, today, and tomorrow.

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Tyler Peter

There’s so much truth packed into this 7 minutes. I challenge anyone to argue with any part of this song.

John Nesbitt

I love this guy. He really paints pictures with his music.

Ray 1

His voice : Lou Reed in his best days ( Velvet Underground , the 70's ) and that's a great compliment because I love that kind of voice and singing . Further ; his songs and lyrics are great , love his guitar sound and playing . This is a great musician !!

Sean O'Neil

Lou Reed NEVER sounded good, always like a tone-deaf frog trying to sing in a human voice. The strumming guitar and simple bass/drums were the VU strong points, not Louis's voice. But I realize, it's a hipster thing to point to VU as pivotal, influential and stellar, so Louis's "skills" have to be oversold, as with anyone from Louis's religion.

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