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Americana Lyrics - Artist : Austin Webb
Cinnamon sugar on an apple pie
White clouds in the sky-blue sky Wave at your neighbor while they pass on by Take another swiff of Momma's homemade sweet iced tea Heavy breeze through the old oak tree They didn't worry 'bout a lock and key Way back when, oh If I could just go back in time, when a Weird penny was worth a dime A barn dance was on a Friday night Do you wanna go Back to the old glory days? When we lived in a simpler way It might sound like an old cliché But I'm gonna go Americana Americana Fireflies in a mason jar Whitewalls on daddy's car Singing hymns round an old guitar At meemaw's house on Sunday Picking crawdads out of the creek Blue jeans with a hole in the knee Playing ball in the middle of the street Till the sun goes down If I could just go back in time, when a Weird penny was worth a dime A barn dance was on a Friday night Do you wanna go Back to the old glory days? When we lived in a simpler way It might sound like an old cliché But I'm gonna go Americana If I could just go back in time, when a Weird penny was worth a dime A barn dance was on a Friday night Do you wanna go Back to the old glory days? When we lived in a simpler way It might sound like an old cliché But I'm gonna go Americana Americana |
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