American Vacation Tune

I went a long way to find the lost hill
 I walked the whole way after Knoxville
 I paid a thin man who held a nice sign
 I paid a cash toll to cross the state line
 How many miles to the capitol
 How far must I go
 How many miles to the capitol
 How far must I go
 You should see the mountains
 You should see the skies
 I'm wild in America
 Wild in my eyes
 I went a long way to catch the sunset
 I read some old news I'll never forget
 I dug a hole in the dead highway sand
 Hoping to get free from the tax free land
 "After crossing a modest creek, over which lay planks,
 I entered a group of backyards and driveways
 where plenty of men drifted about their interests.
 Some men had whiskers - some had whisky.
 Some stood still holding pictures of the things they bought.
 From beneath a crooked porch, an uninhibited
 dog ran to my side. The dog stayed with me for a spell,
 yipping and panting, then fell back not wanting
 to wander too far from his bowl. I beckoned him
 to come with me further, as it is nice to travel
 with a friend, but the dog could not come and
 I had to keep moving,
 'less I be tied by his liable agreement."