Americana

Cinnamon sugar on an apple pie
White clouds in the sky-blue sky
Wave at your neighbor while they pass on by
Take another of
Momma’s homemade sweet iced tea
Heavy breeze through the old oak tree
They didn’t worry 'bout a lock and key
Way back when, oh
If I could just go back in time, when a
Weird penny was worth a dime
A barn dance was on a Friday night
Do you wanna go
Back to the old glory days?
When we lived in a simpler way
It might sound like an old cliché
But I’m gonna go
Americana
Americana
Fireflies in a mason jar
Whitewalls on daddy’s car
Singing hymns round an old guitar
At meemaw’s house on Sunday
Picking crawdads out of the creek
Blue jeans with a hole in the knee
Playing ball in the middle of the street
Till the sun goes down
If I could just go back in time, when a
Weird penny was worth a dime
A barn dance was on a Friday night
Do you wanna go
Back to the old glory days?
When we lived in a simpler way
It might sound like an old cliché
But I’m gonna go
Americana
If I could just go back in time, when a
Weird penny was worth a dime
A barn dance was on a Friday night
Do you wanna go
Back to the old glory days?
When we lived in a simpler way
It might sound like an old cliché
But I’m gonna go
Americana
Americana