Only in America, Jim

It sure was cold

It sure was crazy

The way she just up and told him

"It's time for you to go"

He just gathered all his practical stuff

Then he hit the road

Loadin' up and packin' his gun

He rode off and never looked back

Now his horse was black

And so were his boots

And his soul was as empty as his wallet

And his heart

Now every morning he just packs up his stuff

Then he hits the road

Every day he goes on his way

Lookin' for someplace where he can crash land

Now the other night

He was inspired to write up a song

Along the road he often rode

He was taken for a beautiful ride

He was taken back

Shaken from his saddle he fell

Smack into the valley of love

Now his tune has changed

Even his luck took a turn for the better

Since he learned to face the music

He just bought himself a beautiful shack

And a railroad

Now he just keeps rollin' along

Turnin' every song into money

Man his life has changed

And even his publisher lives in a giant mansion

Overlookin' space

Ain't it funny how this all came about?

Ain't it wonderful?

Only in America, Jim

Could this have ever happened to him

Now his boots are gold

And his horse is as old as the girl

What threw him out when it was cold

He just bought himself a piece of the sun

Ain't it wonderful?

Only in America, Jim

Could this have ever happened to him