Few years back across the heartland of Old Glory
Was a no-name kid from a no-name town
Learned the hard way about girls and money
Thought a lot about gettin' out
Now the radio spit fire from those cheap car stereo speakers
Calling him on from a place in the back of his mind
Left his folks for a life on the road
Never looked back, he was the traveling kind

And he was made in America
Let his dreams fade in America
On his knees [straight?] in America
Chasing girls, gettin' slayed in America
Losing money gettin' paid in America
Watched the world afraid in America
He had nothing but his troubles in America
Got no say being made in America

And most the time he spent running around
Someone was telling him to settle down
Disguise it with love and disguised up with sex
Become a guardian of his thoughts and wonder what's next
So he found himself a girl and said, "Hey mama
"Tell me do you think that we could make it last?"
She looked away and let the silence speak for a while
Said, "I hate thinking ahead, I can't stand to talk about my past"