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 pies

And walked off to look for America


Cathy I said as we boarded the Greyhound in Pittsburg

Michigan seems like a dream to me now

It took me four days to hitch-hike from Savannah

I ve come to look for America


Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces

She said the man in the garbadine suit was a spy

I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera

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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, and she read her magazine

An the moon rose over an open field



Cathy I m lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping

I m empty and aching and I don t know why

Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike

They ve all gone to look for America

They ve all gone to look for America

They ve all gone to look for America