Used to see you kicking around town
out behind the Cash America Pawn
with a can of coke and a pack of Pall Malls
sitting out by the pay phones, watching it get dark

Knew about you from a friend
I used to waitress with
you'd go to the park and drink and mess around
make a fire, down by Dougnut Pond
she'd tell me all about it as she filled the salt

Touchdown on shining green lawns
under church spires, so chapel white
but you see it all go down
behind the Cash America Pawn

I was broken down on the access road
didn't think you would stop but then you did
your truck felt warm,
your jacket smelled like cigarettes
we didn't talk about the trouble you'd been in...

All those touchdowns, on shining green lawns
under church spires, so chapel white
but you see it all go down
out behind the Cash America Pawn
(America, American, so all American)