Hey, hey, hey, hey And I know now, that I'm so down You look so perfect standing there In my American Apparel underwear Your lipstick stain is a work of art I got your name tattooed in an arrow heart

Hey hey hey And I know now, that I'm so down She looks so perfect standing there In my American Apparel underwear Your lipstick stain is a work of art I've got your name tattooed in an arrow heart Let's get out

Fighting on arrival, fighting for survival Buffalo Soldier, Dreadlock Rasta Singing, woe yoe yoe, woe woe yoe yoe In the heart of America Stolen from Africa, brought to America Said he was a Buffalo Soldier Win the war for America Woe yoe yoe yo, yo yo

She's the last of the American girls She puts her makeup on Like graffiti on the walls of the heartland She's got her little book of conspiracies Right in her hand She will come in first For the end of western civilization She's a natural disaster She is

I'm bleedin' American gold, gold, gold, yeah, yeah I lost some friends, some friends that I didn't want to I lost some stars, my heart bleeds red, white, and blue I've been in and out of the fire battling for you (oh oh) Bleeding on American soil I bleed

Sing a song about the Heartland When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart And opry music on a Saturday night Brings a smile to your face and a tear to your eye The only place I feel at home Sing

We're out looking for astronauts, looking for astronauts Isn't it a little too late for this It's a little too late, too late, too late for this Little too late, too late for this Of my medium-sized American heart Are we gone Come on yeah, we know we're

In every town and every place There's a boy who's tryin' to take a chance and dance And find a way to run away with her heart In the back of an old Ford truck In the bar just lookin' for love In a pair of oh my blue eyes Let them fireworks start That

I can see the stars From America So open your eyes and see The way our horizons meet And all of the lights will lead Into the night with me And I know these scars will bleed But both of our hearts believe All of these stars will guide us home

Sing a song about the Heartland When you hear twin fiddles and a steel guitar You're listenin' to the sound of the American heart And opry music on a Saturday night Brings a smile to your face and a tear to your eye The only place I feel at home Sing