johnB
Lead Vocals, Harmonica, Rhythm Guitar, Backing Vocals
Linda Mosley
Backing Vocals
Brad Johnson
Backing Vocals
Evan Furillo
Lead Guitar, Rhythm Guitar, Backing Vocals
Mark Slaby
Bass
Nick Genis
Keyboards, Drums
John Buehrle
Percussion and Good Vibes

Composition and Lyrics
John B. Nicholas

Production and Engineering
johnB and The Seven Deadlies with John Buehrle

Doug Jenkins
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I was raised in the shadows of the factories
I never worked hard in school, I always knew what my future would be
Get a job makin’ tires just like my Daddy
Buy a house in the Heights, settle down and Start to raise a family
But all the White Picket Fences are torn, tattered and grey
We had a good thing going but we let it slip away
Everyone has been laid off, all the congressmen paid off
And all the White Picket Fences are torn, tattered and grey
When I turned 18, I went down to the union hall
Saw my Daddy’s picture hangin’ up on the wall
Sign underneath it had his name, said worker of the year
Union man said “Sorry son, there’s nothin’ for you here”
But all the White Picket Fences are torn, tattered and grey
We had a good thing going but we let it slip away
Everyone has been laid off, all the congressmen paid off
And all the White Picket Fences are torn, tattered and grey
But all the White Picket Fences are torn, tattered and grey
We had a good thing going but we let it slip away
Everyone has been laid off, all the congressmen paid off
And all the White Picket Fences are torn, tattered and grey
But all the White Picket Fences are torn, tattered and grey
We had a good thing going but we let it slip away
Everyone has been laid off, all the congressmen paid off
And all the White Picket Fences are torn, tattered and grey