American Vacation Tune

I went a long way to find the lost hill

I walked the whole way after Knoxville

I paid a thin man who held a nice sign

I paid a cash toll to cross the state line

How many miles to the capitol

How far must I go

How many miles to the capitol

How far must I go

You should see the mountains

You should see the skies

I'm wild in America

Wild in my eyes

I went a long way to catch the sunset

I read some old news I'll never forget

I dug a hole in the dead highway sand

Hoping to get free from the tax free land

"After crossing a modest creek, over which lay planks,

I entered a group of backyards and driveways

where plenty of men drifted about their interests.

Some men had whiskers - some had whisky.

Some stood still holding pictures of the things they bought.

From beneath a crooked porch, an uninhibited

dog ran to my side. The dog stayed with me for a spell,

yipping and panting, then fell back not wanting

to wander too far from his bowl. I beckoned him

to come with me further, as it is nice to travel

with a friend, but the dog could not come and

I had to keep moving,

'less I be tied by his liable agreement."