If I had a cinder block
For every lie I told,
I could have built us a house, fine as any city block,

To keep us out of the cold

Cause the winter s long,

And longer in this %#@!ty town,
With a gas can rusting down the street


And the cherry trees,
And every boom-box playing loud
We'd sing along,

We'd sing till dawn,
Just one more American Song


John was a quiet boy in school,
Johnny had the fiery red hair,


Well he went in the army like a lot of them do,
And he gut $#&@ed up over there


And if you see him now he pushes a shopping cart in the parking lot
And if you call him he don't hear a thing


Call him john the priest,
John the king of bottle tops
Priest or pawn,

His war is still on,
It's just one more American song


There's a place I heard about once,
A place called Union Street
A place on high,

A place where we could all be one,
And it sounded pretty good to me


But ain't no gasoline gonna take us back that way again
When the years have rusted out our fenders


When our jeans were torn
And we were all the best of friends
And the music sewed us together


I can hear that band,
They're near at hand,

And I really hope it's the wind again

Don't be long boys,

Cause something's gone,
One more American song


Don't be long boys, I'm hanging on
For just one more American song


It's been too long boys, something's gone,
One more American song