Lyrics:
you've got 10 maxed out credit cards
cnd a rusted tractor in the yard
But if you want to be true country son it's just a state of mind
Yeah if you want
(Dan Colehour/Scooter Carusoe)
Old white washed barn doors
Rain rusted tin
Straw packed shirt and blue jeans
Hangin' in the wind
There's never time
of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you know me, I'm your native son"
I'm
of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you know me, I'm your native son"
I'm
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you
Freight yards full of old black men
The graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Singing good morning America, how are you?
Saying, don't you know me I'm
names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
no name
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you
towns that have no name
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Singin', "Good morning America, how are ya?"
towns that have no name
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
Singin', "Good morning America, how are ya?"
names
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Don't you know me? I'm
no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning America, how are you?
Said, "Don't you
no name
And freight yards full of old black men
And the grave-yards of the rusted automobiles
Good-Morning America, how are you?
Say don't you
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
have no names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't
names,
Freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles.
Good morning America how are you?
Don't you know me I'm your
names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm
names
And freight yards full of old black men
And the graveyards of the rusted automobiles
Good morning, America
How are you?
Say don't you know me? I'm
full of old black men
And the graveyards of rusted automobiles
[Chorus]
Good mornin' America, how are you?
Don't you know me? I'm your native son
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