The American In Me

(album: The American In Me - 1992)

I need me a destination
I ain't the kinda cat's gon'
Just jump in his car and drive
I'm using my transportation
So then when am I going to arrive?

And I guess it's just
The American in me
And I guess it's just
The way I'm apt to be
And I guess it's just

They're stopping me out on the freeway
They ask of me what I do
And where the hell I'm bound
I used to get a lot more leeway
Hey, well now I get a lot more down

And I guess it's just
The American in me
And I guess it's just
The way I'm apt to be
And I guess it's just

The off ramp backed up miles today
And the carbon fumes
Were drifting towards the sky
The sky began to cry
And the thunder booms

And I'm back once again on the car lot
Now I ain't even paid for that thing I drove up in yet
Well, I might make a trade and I might not
But I know I'll remain in debt

And I guess it's just
The American in me
And I guess it's just
The way I'm apt to be
And I guess it's just, yeah

And I guess it's just
The American in me
And I guess it's just
The way I'm apt to be
And I guess it's just, yeah