| She got hair as gold as Kansas wheat
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| Her body moves like Bourbon street
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| In New Orleans, so wild and free
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| She’s a California red sunset
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| Stars in her eyes, stripes on her dress
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| Every summer night feels like the fourth of July
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| She’s American
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| Making my world better than it’s ever been
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| One part Norma Jean and one part Marilyn
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| She’s making me fall in love with everything American
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| She’s a small town smile, a little white church
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| 'Born to run' on a faded t-shirt
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| All I know is I’m at home when I’m with her
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| Yeah, I grew up singing Eagles songs
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| Sometimes I wonder what took so long
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| To feel enough to give the best of my love
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| She’s New York pretty all dressed up
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| But a southern bell in the back of her truck
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| On an old dirt road, she’s where I wanna go
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| She’s American
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| Making my world better than it’s ever been
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| One part Norma Jean and one part Marilyn
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| She’s making me fall in love with everything American
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| American
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| (American, American)
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| She’s a small town smile, a little white church
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| 'Born to run' on a faded t-shirt
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| All I know is I’m at home when I’m with her
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| She’s American
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| Making my world better than it’s ever been
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| One part Norma Jean and one part Marilyn
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| She’s making me fall in love with everything American
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| She’s a small town smile in a little white church
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| 'Born to run' on a faded t-shirt
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| All I know is I’m at home when I’m with her |