America

Ooh ooh ooh a ooh a ooh, ooh ooh ooh a ooh a ooh 
Let us be lovers, we’ll marry our fortunes together 
I’ve got some real-estate here in my bag 
So we bought a pack of cigarettes, and Mrs. Wagner pies 

And walked off to look for America 
Cathy I said as we boarded the Greyhound in Pittsburg 
Michigan seems like a dream to me now 
It took me four days to hitch-hike from Saginaw 

And I’ve come to look for America 
Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces 
She said the man in the gabardine suit was a spy 
I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera 

Toss me a cigarette I think there’s one in my raincoat 
We smoked the last one an hour ago 
So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine 
And the moon rose over an open field 

Cathy I’m lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping 
I’m empty and aching and I don’t know why 
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike 
They’ve all come to look for America 
They’ve all come to look for America 
They’ve all come to look for America