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♪ Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together ♪
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♪ I've got some real estate here in my bag ♪
♪ So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies ♪
♪ And walked off to look for America ♪
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♪ Kathy, I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh ♪
♪ Michigan seems like a dream to me now ♪
♪ It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw ♪
♪ I've come to look for America ♪
♪ Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces ♪
♪ She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy ♪
♪ I said be careful, his bowtie is really a camera ♪
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♪ Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat ♪
♪ We smoked the last one an hour ago ♪
♪ So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine ♪
♪ And the moon rose over an open field ♪
♪ Kathy, I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping ♪
♪ I'm empty and aching, and I don't know why ♪
♪ Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike ♪
♪ They've all come to look for America ♪
♪ All come to look for America ♪
♪ All come to look for America ♪
♪ All come to look for America ♪
♪ All come to look for America ♪
♪ All come... ♪