Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together,
I've got some real estate in my bag,
So we bought a pack of cigarettes, and Mrs. Wagner's pies,
And we walked off, walked off, walked off, to look for America.

Kathy, I said, as we boarded the greyhound in Pittsburg,
Michigan seems like a dream to me now,
Took me four days to from Saginaw,
They've all gone to look for amer-America,
All gone to look for amer-America

Laughing on the bus, playing games with faces,
She said the man in the garberdian suit was a spy,
I said be careful, his bowtie is really a camera.

Kathy I'm lost, I said,
Though I knew she was sleeping,
Well, I'm empty and aching and I don't know why I'm,
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike,
And they've all gone to look for amer-America,
All gone to look for amer-America.

Kathy I'm lost, I said,
Although I knew she was sleeping,
Well, I'm empty & aching & I don't know why I'm,
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike,
And they've all gone to look for amer-America,
All gone to look for amer-America,
All gone to look for amer-America

Writer : BROWN, GEORGE / SMITH, CLAYDES / THOMAS, DENNIS / BELL, ROBERT / BAYYAN, KHALIS / COUSINS, MYA
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, EMI Music Publishing