One More American Song

If I had a cinder block
 For every lie I told,
 I could have built us a house, fine as any city block,
 To keep us out of the cold
 Cause the winter s long,
 And longer in this shitty town,
 With a gas can rusting down the street
 And the cherry trees,
 And every boom-box playing loud
 We'd sing along,
 We'd sing till dawn,
 Just one more American Song
 John was a quiet boy in school,
 Johnny had the fiery red hair,
 Well he went in the army like a lot of them do,
 And he gut fucked up over there
 And if you see him now he pushes a shopping cart in the parking lot
 And if you call him he don't hear a thing
 Call him john the priest,
 John the king of bottle tops
 Priest or pawn,
 His war is still on,
 It's just one more American song
 There's a place I heard about once,
 A place called Union Street
 A place on high,
 A place where we could all be one,
 And it sounded pretty good to me
 But ain't no gasoline gonna take us back that way again
 When the years have rusted out our fenders
 When our jeans were torn
 And we were all the best of friends
 And the music sewed us together
 I can hear that band,
 They're near at hand,
 And I really hope it's the wind again
 Don't be long boys,
 Cause something's gone,
 One more American song
 Don't be long boys, I'm hanging on
 For just one more American song
 It's been too long boys, something's gone,
 One more American song