Sheryl Crow

Old James Dean Monroe
Hands out flowers at the Shop-N-Go
Hopes for money but all he gets is fear
And the wind blows up his coat
And this he scribbles on a perfume note
If I'm not here, then you're not here
And he says, Call me Miscreation,
I'm a walking celebration
[Chorus]
And it's hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
Hard to make a stand
My friend, o lawdy,
Went to take care of her own body,