Full Americana
He’s got the radio jack
Your hearts on fire
He’s got his six string reigned in
You’ll be the grit
He’s got the fire
To keep you runnin’ these roads
trailer park cities
Cemetery towns
Pothole
Three jobs and a heart on the sleeve
Your Heartbreakers
The waters always rise
But he’ll keep you believing someone can see a light and the end of the road
Full Americana
The hook
The pistol
The alcohol
The words
The dream
Full rock n roll
Nothing to believe
Just the music
The music and what you’re working for
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“Well, you know who I am
So don’t treat me like I’m someone else
Well, you know what I am
So don’t act like I’m something else
You know where I am
So don’t act like I’m somewhere else…”
-Tom Petty – We Grew up Fast
Regarding Samuel 