American Freeway

You can hop a greyhound down to New Orleans

Probably see some things that you never seen

Fat Tuesday hurricane at Mardi Gras…yawl

Take a ride on a chromed out chopper

All the way to Sturgis, stop and holler

At a million vets and four dead presidents

o-o-open road

you’re free to

Go and take a ride on this American freeway

It’s the only country where you can do it your way

whoa

you can start a party in the middle of the street

say what you wanna say, be what you wanna be

whoa

They paved the way so we can play

On this American freeway

Bight the big apple squeeze the peaches

Go barefoot on Carolina beaches

Hot sand and summer tans, aww man

You can rock with them gators, roll with the tide

Sing with the anthem on the 50 yard line

Land of the brave, home of the free… yeah that’s me

Fill up the gas, jump in a van

on any interstate you can chase a band