I've traveled all around this country
In my time I thought I'd seen it all
But today I took a detour down the back road
Through a little town whose name I can't recall
Barrowmen on benches playing checkers
And children playing hopscotch on the square
And high above the statue of an unknown soldier
Old glory was waving in the air
Suddenly I realized what I had too long forgotten
A chill rose up like mountains on my skin
Overcome with the feeling that I knew I was seeing
America all over again
America
Pictures of a people proud and free
Americana
I'll keep holding to the dream
You're still what living means to me
If I could get you folks to sing the one word Americana
And I'll tell you when you come in
And I knew the stop would throw me off my schedule
Saw I parked around behind the five and dime
There's something about a small town in the summer
Like a Norman Rockwell picture back in time
Kids recording at the Rexall's
Soda film
Like we did before they built the shopping mall
And I saw so many reasons why I love this country
You know some things never really change at all
As I left the two-lane road and pulled back on that superhighway
I thought of what I'd seen back in the day
In that town
And it hit me like a freight train
That a stone's throw from the fast lane
America is still safe and sound
Everybody sing with me, here we go
Americana
Pictures of a people proud and free
Real loud, here we go
Americana
I'll keep holding to the dream
You're still what living means to me
Americana
Pictures of a people proud and free
Americana
I'll keep holding to the dream


Americana
I'll keep holding to the dream
You're still what living means to me
I'll keep holding to the dream
You're still what living means to me
Alright, yeah!
All that, the Americana
Woo!
Woo!
Good stuff.
Thank you, Mo Bandy.