| Yeah, American nights coming out of that dash
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| Going big time on a little bit of cash
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| Ain’t nothing better, no there ain’t nothing like
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| American nights
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| Somewhere out there in America
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| There’s a long haul driver filling up
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| And a welcome back home party, twelve ounce toast
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| Carolina toes on a California coast
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| At the coast the sun is going down
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| Feels like nothing two-lane towns
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| Parts on a hood down airport road
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| Seeing how high they can go
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| Yeah, American nights coming out of that dash
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| Going big time on a little bit of cash
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| Raising one up and singing along
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| Living the words to all those songs
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| American nights lighting up that sky
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| That bottle-rocket going off look in her eyes
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| Ain’t nothing better, no there ain’t nothing like
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| American nights
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| Yeah, these American nights
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| Lipstick painting on your baby’s lips
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| Overtime working that graveyard shift
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| Corner booth kiss in a downtown bar
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| Kids driving around in daddy’s car
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| Mama staying up, steady watching the clock
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| Everybody hide, here come the cops
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| Hearts on fire, whiskey on ice, year
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| Just another slice
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| Of American nights coming out of that dash
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| Going big time on a little bit of cash
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| Raising one up and singing along
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| Living the words to all those songs
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| American nights lighting up that sky
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| That bottle-rocket going off look in her eyes
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| Ain’t nothing better, no there ain’t nothing like
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| American nights
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| Woah, and at the end of a long, hard day
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| Woah, you know we just can’t wait
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| For those American nights coming out of that dash
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| Going big time on a little bit of cash
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| Raising one up and singing along
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| Living the words to all those songs
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| American nights lighting up that sky
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| That bottle-rocket going off look in her eyes
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| Ain’t nothing better, no there ain’t nothing like
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| American nights
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| Yeah, these American nights
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| Yeah, American nights
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| (American nights) |