I’ve traveled all around this country
In my time I thought I’d seen it all
But today I took a detour down a back-road
Through a little town whose name I can’t recall

There were old men on benches playing checkers
Children playing hopscotch on the square
And high above a statue of an unknown soldier
Old Glory was waving in the air

Suddenly I realized what I’d too long forgotten
A chill rose up like mountains on my skin
Overcome with the feeling I knew I was seeing
America all over again

Americana
Pictures of a people proud and free
Americana I’ll keep holding to the dream
You’re still what living means to me

I knew to stop would throw me off my schedule
But I parked around behind the Five and Dime
There’s something bout a small town in the summer
Like a Norman Rockwell picture back in time

Kids were courting at the Rexall soda fountain
Like we did before they built the shopping mall
I saw so many reasons why I love this country
You know some things never really change at all

As I left the 2 lane road and pulled back on that superhighway
I thought of what I’d seen back in that town
And it hit me like a freight train
That a stones throw from the fast lane
America is still safe and sound

Americana
Pictures of a people proud and free
A—m-ericana, I’ll keep holding to the dream
You’re still what living means to me