Back in America

                                  I first saw the world in black and white

Grew up with the Beaver and Mayberry life

Things sure have changed

From how they were then

I want to turn it around and go there again



´Cause back in America cars had fins

Loser shakes hands with the one who wins

People take pride in the work they turn in

Nobody´s out for all they can get

At least that´s the way I remember it

Back in America

Back in America



You pick up the paper on every page

The victim´s of life their eyes full of rage

Now nothing is sacred and anything goes

And our values are set

By the way the wind blows



´Cause back in America cars had fins

Loser shakes hands with the one who wins

People take pride in the work they turn in

Nobody´s out for all they can get

At least that´s the way I remember it

Back in America

Back in America



No this world ain´t perfect it never has been

But it seems like times were simpler then

Like a ´57 Chevy and a Hank Williams song

The flag still waves and the spirit lives on



´Cause back in America cars had fins

Loser shakes hands with the one who wins

People take pride in the work they turn in

Nobody´s out for all they can get

At least that´s the way I remember it

Back in America

Back in America

Oh yeah back in America

Back in America yeah...