America
Let us be lovers, We'll marry our fortunes together. I've got some real estate Here in my bag.
So we bought a pack of cigarettes, And Mrs. Wagner's pies, And walked off To look for America. "Kathy", I said, As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, Michigan seems like a dream to me now.
It took me four days To hitch-hike from Saginaw. "I've come to look for America."
Laughing on the bus, Playing games with the faces, She said the man in the gabardine suit Was a spy.
I said, "Be careful, His bow tie is really a camera." "Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat." We smoked the last one An hour ago.
So I looked at the scenery, She read her magazine; And the moon rose over an open field. "Kathy, I'm lost", I said, Though I know she was sleeping. "I'm empty and aching and I don't know why."
Counting the cars On the New Jersey Turnpike The've all come To look for America, All come to look for America, All come to look for America.
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