Song In the American Soul - song

 

 

Through the lonely night

All the roads are breathing

While somewhere on the road

The American soul lies bleeding

 

The past is all in yellow

The future's all in blue

While living in the moment

Has lost its rosy hue

 

Might have to start out laughing

If you want to come to tears

Might have to wallow around in

Or swallow all your fears

 

But through the lonely night

I hear the roads are breathing

While somewhere on the road

The American soul lies bleeding

 

Well, I'm a porker through and through

I eat bacon, pork rinds too

I eat pork chops, ham, and ribs

I ride Harleys, I tell fibs

 

I'm a porker, yes it's true

I'm a porker through and through

I eat bacon, pork rinds too

I'm a porker through and through

 

And through the lonely night

All the roads are breathing

While somewhere on the road

The American soul lies bleeding

 

Yeah, through the lonely night

I hear the roads are breathing

While somewhere on the road

The American soul lies bleeding

 

The American soul lies bleeding

Yeah, the American soul lies bleeding

The American soul lies bleeding

Yeah, the American soul lies bleeding