She puts her boots and bandana on She has a hanger and a rolling stone
She likes her vegetables homegrown A lot like the boy waiting out in the truck
She'll take a heat like a Roosevelt Holds up her pants with a Bible belt
She cracks them up like a Liberty Bell A whole lot of tender and a little bit tough
Ooh, she's a little unusual
Ooh, she's unusual
American beautiful
Well, he is a mutt with a pedigree Sinatra junkie in a pair of jeans
He pays his dues in the land of the free Says, why walk, baby, we were born to run
Ooh
Ooh
He's a little unusual
Ooh
He's American beautiful
Yeah, yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Ooh
Yeah
Yeah
Ooh



Ooh
Ooh





Saw that girl in a mirror once
With a boy like that in a cloud of dust
I think they look a lot like us
Cause we are, we are, we are
Ooh, we are a little unusual
Ooh, we are American beautiful
Ooh, we are a little unusual
Ooh, we are American
American
American beautiful
Oh
Ooh

Bye!
Bye!
Bye!
Bye!
Bye!
Bye!