Straight line wind turned the old barn into a pile of old wood and rust
The whole town comes with their work boots on, raise it right back up
There's a life ain't fair, thumb in the air, just tryin' to get to Baton Rouge
Somebody pulls up in a flatbed truck, says, "Buddy, where you headed to?"
There ain't no good news on the six o'clock news these days
But don't you get down, take a look around
It's all over the place
It could be Carolina, could be California
There's a dirt road class with a shirt on their back
If you ask, they'll put it right on ya
They say the world is endin'
But from where I'm standin', there's still a jug to share
Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer
Somewhere in America
Somewhere in America
There's rumors of war, wolves at the door
There ain't no way around it
There's all shades of blue collars back in the holler set to do something about it
There's still cigarettes in bars
There's still rings that don't leave hands
There's still Semper Fi on arms
And there's still heart left in this land
Anywhere from Carolina, could be California
There's a dirt road class with a shirt on their back
If you ask, they'll put it right on ya
They say the world is endin'
But from where I'm standin', there's still a jug to share
Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer
Somewhere in America
Somewhere in America
Somewhere there's a boy
Somewhere there's a girl
Sittin' in a Chevy on some Tom Petty
Sayin', "Man, what a perfect world"
Yeah, somewhere there's a town
Full of main street moms and pops
On top of the world even if the rest of the world is on the rocks
It could be Carolina, could be California
There's a dirt road class with a shirt on their back
If you ask, they'll put it right on ya
They say the world is endin'
But from where I'm standin', there's still a jug to share
Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer
Somewhere in America
Somewhere in America
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