Americana

Well, I lost my job today

'Cause the bossman's out of pay

He said the price of life has gone astray

And he just can't afford my cowboy wage

I got a wild horse

And a wild woman

Gonna load 'em up in my pick 'em up truck

Head back down to the land of luck

And buy a six-pack

And some Marlboro Lights

Holdin' hands, we'll drive all night

Under the moon with no headlights

And we'll pull it over

Whenever I want her

We'll have no worries, we'll have no cares

Eat some marijuana gummies bears

In our underwear

We'll drink some beer, shoot some guns

'Cause ain't nobody gonna ruin our fun

We're cookin' hot dogs

And hamburgers

Got lots of dogs and lots of kids

And fireworks for all our friends

'Cause we're Americana

We do whatever we wanna

We support our troops, salute our flag

Ain't nobody gonna make us sad

Aw, play that sad fiddle

We're eatin' psilocybin

In a backwoods cabin

Down by the river, we pull up chairs

Laughin' at jokes that no one dares

To tell in public

We all love it

We don't get tired, we don't get bored

We don't mind sleepin' on a hardwood floor

We love country music

And television

We all know a conspiracy

Might just be our reality

We don't get mad, we don't make a fuss

'Cause life's too short to give two fucks