I’ve traveled all around this country In my time I thought I’d seen it all But today I took a detour down a back-road Through a little town whose name I can’t recall There were old men on benches playing checkers Children playing hopscotch on the square And high above a statue of an unknown soldier Old Glory was waving in the air Suddenly I realized what I’d too long forgotten A chill rose up like mountains on my skin Overcome with the feeling I knew I was seeing America all over again Americana Pictures of a people proud and free Americana I’ll keep holding to the dream You’re still what living means to me I knew to stop would throw me off my schedule But I parked around behind the Five and Dime There’s something bout a small town in the summer Like a Norman Rockwell picture back in time Kids were courting at the Rexall soda fountain Like we did before they built the shopping mall I saw so many reasons why I love this country You know some things never really change at all As I left the 2 lane road and pulled back on that superhighway I thought of what I’d seen back in that town And it hit me like a freight train That a stones throw from the fast lane America is still safe and sound Americana Pictures of a people proud and free A—m-ericana, I’ll keep holding to the dream You’re still what living means to me