I've traveled all around this countryAnd in my time I thought I'd seen it allBut today I took a detour down a back roadThrough a little town whose name I can't recallBarrow men on benches playing checkersChildren playing hopscotch on the squareAnd high above a statue of an unknown soldierOld glory was waving in the airAnd gladly I realized what I'd too long forgottenA chill rose up like mountains on my skinOvercome with the feeling that I knew I was seeingAmerica all over againAmericanaPictures of a peopleProud and freeAmericanaI'll keep holding to the dreamYou're still what living means to meThe great Tim Antwoord, yeahAnd I knew the stop would throw me off my scheduleSo I parked around behind the five and dimeThere's something about a small town in the summerLike a Norman Rockwell picture back in timeKids recording at the Rexall's sort of filmLike we did before they built the shopping mallI saw so many pictures of the old townI saw so many pictures of the old townI saw so many reasons why I love this countryYou know some things never really change at allAs I left the two lane road and pulled back on that super highwayI thought of what I'd seen back in that townAnd it hit me like a freight trainThat a stone's throw from the fast laneThat a stone's throw from the fast laneAmerica is still safe and soundEverybody sing with me, here we goAmericanaPictures of a people proud and freeAmericanaI'll keep holding to the dreamYou're still what living means to mewhat living means to me.Let's do it one more time here.AmericanaPictures of a peopleproud and freeAmericanaI'll keep holding to the dreamYou're still what living meansto meWhoa!Yeah!Good stuff.Thank you.