Fruit Trader
Composer(s): John Mellencamp
Performer(s): John Mellencamp



Cain told Abel, "Brother, you'd better get busy 
We got watermelon burnin' up out there in the sun" 
Abel said, "Cain, brother, you're drivin' me silly 
Raisin' up this fruit trader bull, you know it ain't no fun" 

Chorus: 
We're just yellin' in the dark 
We're just pissin' in the wind 
From underneath the sheets that we pray from 
Better let a little bit of this goodness get in 

So Cain rose up and he slay his brother 
The human soul and violence sometimes can be the next of kin 
And feelings are real in moments of desperation 
When the lowest dimension of the animal is let in 

Chorus: 
We're just yellin' in the dark 
We're just pissin' in the wind 
From underneath the sheets that we pray from 
Better let a little bit of this goodness get in 

Ain't got no purpose, ain't got no direction, I ain't got no morals 
Ain't got no politics, ain't got no particular point of view 
What I've got is plenty of time on my hands, Ol' Skinny's playground 
Hey, Lord, tell me again, what you want me to do? 

Chorus: 
We're just yellin' in the dark 
We're just pissin' in the wind 
From underneath the sheets that we pray from 
Better let a little bit of this beauty 
Better let a little bit of this goodness get in