Letras:
My American Heart Miles Behind Us

under this pickup truck where your heart is blank? I'd love to say that I hate you, and I can't forget the feeling in my head when These miles behind us

under this pickup truck where your heart is blank? I'd love to say that I hate you, and I can't forget the feeling in my head when These miles behind us

still alive then I'll be smoking then I'll be in my wheelchair, with my adult diapers on And my twenty-five year old non-smoking born again Christian son behind

my mind when I autograph sign I can't wait to sign an autograph for the last time The ungrateful dead reoccurring images playin' in my head Every color in America