Lyrics:
on to the ground
And hit the road. Yeah leave me alone, yeah
I was downtown leaning, sipping Honey Brown Sleeman
Saw an American chick with eyes, brown beaming
Girl
Rebekah rode up on the afternoon train, it was sunny
Her saltbox house on the coast took her mind off St. Louis
Bill was the heir to the Standard
And desperate nights
My American Girl
Holding you tight
Tossing you on the bed
Hear my car passing by
With nothing to regret
We see eye to eye
Now that you
for breakfast, the car wouldn't start
The train was really full, and his girlfriend had a boyfriend
The houses all the same, now here's the rain
Not
turn
Humph
Who is the pip with pizzazz?
Who is all ginger and jazz?
Who is as glamorous as?
Who's an American beauty rose
With an American beauty
I'm getting fly up on this bitch
Like the soul plane
And then I line 'em all up like a soul train
They try to help me out, but no thanks
I think it's
were enchanted by the sun
We had a good time feeling alright
Dancing all night, no reason to cry
We had a good time making it cool
Living no rules, sky
shit. The train stops nowhere boobi it keeps goin. Flowing like a train on a wedding dress, girl it's so you.
( Kirk Comstock cuthor)
Wooo Wooo! Train
education
And I’m sure this will end up online
So I don’t want to diss anyone at
The American Academy, I’m sure it’s equal to
The Art Institute of Chicago by
Well, she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin' that there
Was a little more to life
Somewhere else
After all it
Happy when the daylight comes creeping
Heralding the dawn
Sleeping when it's raining
And sleeping when it's fine
Trains travelling
By above
the time, and I just wanna shout,
I get so troubled by my purpose; what's it all about?
Got no time for fake friends, please, keep it real
They said "cheques
I once met a girl named Jane
Passing through town on the Amtrak train
Didn't have a ticket or a place to stay
Knew that she was different so I
And a picture of my girl
And show them all
That I made out ok
I heard a train calling
Through the middle of the night
And I wondered if I
Should have
one of my t-shirts
Bunny slippers
On your feet, girl
And just try to be
All up under me
On the couch
In front of the TV
Baby that's gangsta
Let's
(This is the Uptown 2 Train, 42nd Street Next)
(Watch the closing doors)
There's a baby girl
That I know
And she's so fine
I meet her everyday
a house of gold, a green light on a dirt road. Separated by a passport.
(from the American girl's perspective)
On a front porch facing the sun, she
G.I.
Rosie: He would gladly, face those bullets, for he's not afraid to die.
Girls: For he's a fine abstanding patriotic, healthy normal American boy.
ain't no doubt, she's an All American country girl
Well she comes pullin' up to you at a red light
In some high-fallutin fancy foreign car
Rich lady
I kick game, I got more than a small rap
I drop facts on tracks, shit I'm all that
Whether foreign or American, I come better than
Any
Well, she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin' that there
Was a little more to life
Somewhere else
After all it
paper all over de flo', hair up in a ugly ol' bun, fountain pen danglin' out her asshole, an' talkin' dirty to a member o' de royal fam'ly!
Girl! dis
on down to me
None of the girls are pretty as Suzanne
But I like some that I see
Chorus:
Cause the pot can't call the kettle black
Cause the train's all
She makes her way across the bedroom late at night
Looking through her DVDs
Staying up for one more ride
And when she settles on a pick
She'll lay in
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