America

Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together

I’ve got some real estate in my bag

So we bought a pack of cigarettes, and Mrs. Wagner’s pies

And we walked off, walked off, walked off, to look for America

Kathy, I said, as we boarded the greyhound in Pittsburg

Michigan seems like a dream to me now

Took me four days to from Saginaw

They’ve all gone to look for amer-America

All gone to look for amer-America

Laughing on the bus, playing games with faces

She said the man in the garberdian suit was a spy

I said be careful, his bowtie is really a camera

Kathy I’m lost, I said

Though I knew she was sleeping

Well, I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why I’m

Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike

And they’ve all gone to look for amer-America

All gone to look for amer-America

Kathy I’m lost, I said

Although I knew she was sleeping

Well, I’m empty & aching & I don’t know why I’m

Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike

And they’ve all gone to look for amer-America

All gone to look for amer-America

All gone to look for amer-America