Whoa...

I remember hearin' "little pink houses"

On the radio in my first truck

Ridin' two lanes of freedom, ain't that a feelin'?

16 and turnin' it up.

Passin' tattered old glory on a front porch

That song hit me different that day

It was four and a half minutes

All about livin' in nowhere usa.

Where it's workweek money buyin' good, cold beer

And nascar runnin' on four goodyears

Tailgate datin' at the dairy queen

That american mellencamp, small-town dream.

Friday night lights from the very top row

And fixer-ups racin' down an old, back road

All out chasin' down the same damn thing

That american mellencamp, small-town dream.

Whoa, whoa...

Oh, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout a quarterback

Fallin' for a prom queen

Parkin' in a field 'til the sun comes up

I'm talkin' 'bout a sweet tea

Sunday afternoon out at mama's house

Can't forget where I came from

Where I came from.

Where it's workweek money buyin' good, cold beer

And nascar runnin' on four goodyears

Tailgate datin' at the dairy queen

That american mellencamp, small-town dream.

Friday-night lights from the very top row

And fixer-ups racin' down an old, back road

All out chasin' down the same damn thing

That american mellencamp, small-town dream.

Whoa, whoa...

I remember hearin' "little pink houses"

On the radio in my first truck.

Yeah, it's workweek money buyin' good, cold beer

And nascar runnin' on four goodyears

Tailgate datin' at the dairy queen

That american mellencamp, small-town dream.

Friday-night lights from the very top row

Very top row

And fixer-ups racin' down an old, back road

Old, back road

All out chasin' down the same damn thing

Same damn thing

That american mellencamp, small-town dream.

That american mellencamp, small-town dream.