Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now Crimson flames tied through my ears, rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I, proud 'neath heated brow

I've played every beer joint tavern From New York City out to Pasadena Every corn dog fair and rodeo And sold out every basketball arena In Afghanistan and Baghdad City too Graduate of Honky Tonk you My grandmother owned a night club On the

I'll tip my hat to the new constitution Take a bow for the new revolution Smile and grin at the change all around Pick up my guitar and play Just like yesterday Then I'll get on my knees and pray We don't get fooled again We'll be fighting in the streets

I like me better when I'm with you I knew from the first time, I'd stay for a long time 'cause I like me better when Damn, I like me better when I'm with you Stay awhile, stay awhile Stay here with me To be young and in love in New York City (New York

Are you ready (are you ready)? Don't hate the black Don't hate the white If you get bit Just hate the bite Make sure your heart is beatin' right How's your backbone How's your eye? Add some bottom on mighty tight

We were Jesus save me, blue jean baby Born in the USA Trailer park truck stop, faded little map dots New York to LA We were teenage dreamin’, front seat leanin’ Baby, come give me a kiss Put me on the cover of the Rolling Stone Uptown down home American

Come on, come out, come here, come here If you were here beside me, instead of in New York And the fire that was starting to spark And the lack of it snaps me in two If the curve of you was curved on me I'd tell you that I loved you, before I even knew

But I’ll be buried in Detroit I used to live in New York City But baby that ain’t no substitute Not for my hometown That place people avoid I’ve made love in every city But I’ll be buried in I’m a writer and a lover I’m a Midwest music man

You might catch me in Atlanta looking like a boss New Orleans and then Miami, party in New York Texas I be screwed up, Chi town I be really pimping But nothing like my hometown I’m forever living Women, weed and weather (They come for) women, weed and

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones? Do you know what it's like on the outside? Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones. In the event of something happening to me, There is something I would like you all to see. It's just a photograph