Americana Lyrics
Americana, blue jeans and marijuana
Type of friends that show their love by picking on ya
On the phone or on the lawn or on the corner
Springsteen to Billie Jean
And if your momma don’t care about it
We’re gonna get home when we get home
And if your momma don’t care about it
We’re gonna get home when we get home
Under God, working hard nail to hammer
Couple toys, the Brooklyn boys from Alabama
Take the floor from Jersey Shore to Country Grammar
Jay-Z, a little James Dean
And if your momma don’t care about it
We’re gonna get home when we get home
And if your momma don’t care about it
We’re gonna get home when we get home
Americana
Americana
We’re gonna get home when we get home, ooh
My brother is your brother and my sister
Is your sister, it’s all part of a bigger picture
Arms lift up, love’s hard so love harder
My love is your love, I know you wanna
Americana
Americana
Americana
Americana
And if your momma don’t care about it
No, no
And if your momma don’t care about it
I know you wanna, Americana