Two Sides to Every Story

I don't know what happened to the young American man
Dropped off on the desert on the way from Vietnam
I don't happened to the jobs he used to do
Sent them off to China or maybe too hard to do
Two sides to every story, from beginning to end
Are you crawling from a deep hole or fallin' in again?

I don't know what happened to the young American dream
There are so many still livin' on the lean
I don't know what happened to the things we used to make
I guess we hit a wall somehow, someone hit the brakes
Two sides to every story, one up and one down
I guess it happens when the bad boys rule the town

Two sides to every story, one dirty and one clean
I guess it all depends on who comes across the scene

I don't know what happened to the folks we used to be
Too many tossed in a jail cell or lost in poverty
I don't know what happened, tell me if you can
How we come to demonize the poor old workin' man
Two sides to every story, from beginning to end
Are you crawling from a deep hole or fallin' in again?