AMERICANA

[verse 1] i can’t leave and i won’t stay long better off dead than to see my baby locked away doing ten to life (heavenly father don’t let him waste away) i’m from Alabama, you’re from California you’re a heavy shooter, it's why I adore ya [chorus] my sweet Americana vibe in your heavily tattooed arms boy i get this feeling i just can’t describe i love the brash skin on your hands (on my thighs) and your cigarette lungs (sing me your pretty songs) under these rust-red skies, we’re outlaw divine (divine) you paint me in shades of cool blue i burn for the thought of us two baby, I got the blues [verse 2] i’ve got decaying roots (I promise i will be fine) i sing from the heart, though i make it look easy i've never not had it hard when you’re on a bender, I rather shoot off (let you cool off) jukebox dreams and bank robberies love hearts with our names carved in the courtroom seats (i love you hardcore) [chorus] my sweet Americana vibe in your heavily tattooed arms boy i get this feeling i just can’t describe i love the brash skin on your hands (on my thighs) and your cigarette lungs (sing me your pretty songs) under these rust-red skies, we’re outlaw divine you paint me in shades of cool blue (shades of blue) i burn for the thought of you (youuhuuu) our gasoline hearts across the county line [verse 3] i can’t love no one right, don’t even love myself all I love lives in the dark, don’t drag me into the light (it's too bright) Jimmy, baby, you were my first, and you’re as fucked up as the night is young mama thinks you too old for me but I’m peachy keen daddy’s out drinking Hennessy sinking, singing the blues like a sweet boy from Tennessee (Tennessee) [chorus] my sweet Americana vibe in your heavily tattooed arms boy i get this feeling i just can’t describe i love the brash skin on your hands (on my thighs) and your cigarette lungs (sing me your pretty songs) under these rust-red skies, we’re outlaw divine you paint me in shades of cool blue (shades of blue) i burn for the thought of you (i miss you) our gasoline hearts on the county line [bridge] bleeding red, white, and blue Not even paradise can compare to the feeling i get when i lose my reason in your pale green eyes (pale green eyes) let's run away to Alaska we can make it anywhere if we just escape this small town air ( forget we were ever there) [outro] we bleed red, white and blue (God bless America) we bleed red, white, and blue (God bless jukeboxes and God bless our motel rooms) bless our sunday rides in your Chevrolet (Heaven is a kiss away) true love lives inside our motel room Lyrics by Bree Mae ©️