The American In Me - Steve Forbert

I need me a destination

I ain’t the kinda cat’s gon'

Just jump in his car and drive

I’m usin' my transportation

So then when am I going to arrive?

And I guess it’s just

The American in me

And I guess it’s just

The way I’m apt to be

And I guess it’s just

They’re stoppin' me out on the freeway

They ask of me what I do

And where the hell I’m bound

I used to get a lot more leeway

Hey, well now I get a lot more down

And I guess it’s just

The American in me

And I guess it’s just

The way I’m apt to be

And I guess it’s just

The off ramp backed up miles today

And the carbon fumes

Were drifting towards the sky

The sky began to cry

And the thunder booms

And I’m back once again on the car lot

Now I ain’t even paid for that thing I drove up in yet

Well, I might make a trade and I might not

But I know I’ll remain in debt

And I guess it’s just

The American in me

And I guess it’s just

The way I’m apt to be

And I guess it’s just, yeah

And I guess it’s just

The American in me

And I guess it’s just

The way I’m apt to be

And I guess it’s just, yeah