[Verse 1]
I miss the smell of America
Tall, dark hair, pretty doll, housewife
You said you’d always ride LA waves
Saying like, “Hey”
And I'd come with you, to sat by the bay
Thanks babe but
I don’t wanna die anymore

[Chorus]
And God thanks to the good run of old America
You were really something a new
God thanks to the good run of old America
I could get drunk, get high
White, blue, red and yellow skies
God thanks to the good run of old America

[Post-Chorus]
Uh-oh, oh, oh
Uh-oh, oh, oh
God thanks to old America
Uh-oh, oh, oh
God thanks to old America

[Verse 2]
Ever since the mountains rose
White picket fence and ice-cream chilling
The random reminder of California
You and I, never held ourselves the same
‘Cause you took our song
And that’s when you should of regretted it
Thanks baby but
I don’t wanna die alone anymore
[Chorus]
And God thanks to the good run of old America
You were really something a new
God thanks to the good run of old America
I could get drunk, get high
White, blue, red and yellow skies
God thanks to the good run of old America

[Post-Chorus]
Uh-oh, oh, oh
Uh-oh, oh, oh
God thanks to old America
Uh-oh, oh, oh
God thanks to old America