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AMERICA Let us be lovers, We'll marry our fortunes together. I've got some real estate Here in my bag. So we bought a pack of cigarettes, And Mrs. Wagner's pies, And walked off to look for America. Kathy, I said, As we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh, Michigan seems like a dream to me now. It took me four days To hitch-hike from Saginaw I've come to look for America Laughing on the bus, Playing games with the faces, She said the man in the gabardine suit Was a spy. I said, Be careful, His bowtie is really a camera. Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat. We smoked the last one An hour ago So I looked at the scenery, She read her magazine; And the moon rose over an open field. Kathy, I'm lost, I said, Though I knew she was sleeping. I'm empty and aching and I don't know why. Counting the cars On the New Jersey Turnpike. They've all come to look for America, All come to look for America. @travel filename[ AMERIC JY  8note Sheet |
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