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

Mama says yes, Papa says no Make up your mind 'cause I gotta go We're gonna raise hell at the Union Hall Drive myself right over the wall Rip this joint, gonna save your soul Round and round and round we go Roll this joint, gonna get down low Start my

Dream we're going out on stage, it feels like Coming home again Boy you're home, you're dreaming, don't you know I know, for me it is like Coming home Every morning when I wake up yawning I'm still far away Trucks still rolling through the early morning

Time is on my side, yes it is You'll come runnin' back to me, yeah Time, time, time is on my side, yes it is, I said Now you all were saying that you want to be free But you'll come runnin' back (I said you would baby) You'll come runnin' back (like I

(Oh) Long stretch of love There's a long stretch of love Coming down the line Have you like I want, ever rolling Baby, you'll be mine Have you right here, beside you When these good times get tough Baby, we're in for a long stretch of love But I don't

We got it goin' on We'll be banging and singing just like the Rolling Stones We're gonna shake up your souls, we come to rattle your bones 'Cause we got it goin' on We got it goin' on (We got it goin' on) We got it, we got it, we got it goin' on

Hey, hey, you got me rocking now Hey, hey, there ain't no stopping me I was a butcher cutting up meat My hands were bloody, I'm dying on my feet I was a surgeon 'till I start to shake I was a-falling 'till you put on the brakes I was a pitcher down in a

I still go riding around town Got your rays on and my hats back and we're feeling cool as cash You go sliding through the static trying to find that song you love Smoke rolling up and you showing up like a dime piece in the dust Sunset, twilight, Friday

(I wish words were like little toy guns) No sting, no hurt no one, just a bang bang Rolling off your tongue (I wish words were like little toy guns) Yeah, no smoke, no bullets And just a bang bang rolling off your tongue I wish words were like little toy

In South Australia I was born, heave away, haul away In South Australia, 'round Cape Horn, we're bound for South Australia Haul away your rolling king, heave away, haul away Haul away, you'll hear me sing, we're bound for South Australia As I walked out