Somewhere in America

Straight line wind turned the old barn into a pile of old wood and rust

The whole town comes with their work boots on, raise it right back up

There's a life ain't fair, thumb in the air, just tryin' to get to Baton Rouge

Somebody pulls up in a flatbed truck, says, "Buddy, where you headed to?"

There ain't no good news on the six o'clock news these days

But don't you get down, take a look around

It's all over the place

It could be Carolina, could be California

There's a dirt road class with a shirt on their back

If you ask, they'll put it right on ya

They say the world is endin'

But from where I'm standin', there's still a jug to share

Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer

Somewhere in America

Somewhere in America

There's rumors of war, wolves at the door

There ain't no way around it

There's all shades of blue collars back in the holler set to do something about it

There's still cigarettes in bars

There's still rings that don't leave hands

There's still Semper Fi on arms

And there's still heart left in this land

Anywhere from Carolina, could be California

There's a dirt road class with a shirt on their back

If you ask, they'll put it right on ya

They say the world is endin'

But from where I'm standin', there's still a jug to share

Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer

Somewhere in America

Somewhere in America

Somewhere there's a boy

Somewhere there's a girl

Sittin' in a Chevy on some Tom Petty

Sayin', "Man, what a perfect world"

Yeah, somewhere there's a town

Full of main street moms and pops

On top of the world even if the rest of the world is on the rocks

It could be Carolina, could be California

There's a dirt road class with a shirt on their back

If you ask, they'll put it right on ya

They say the world is endin'

But from where I'm standin', there's still a jug to share

Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer

Somewhere in America

Somewhere in America