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Whoa I remember hearin' "Little Pink Houses" On the radio in my first truck Ridin' two lanes of freedom, ain't that a feelin'? 16 and turnin' it up Passin' tattered Old Glory on a front porch That song hit me different that day It was four and a half minutes All about livin' in nowhere USA Where it's workweek money buyin' good, cold beer And NASCAR runnin' on four Goodyears Tailgate datin' at the Dairy Queen That American Mellencamp, small-town dream Friday night lights from the very top row And fixer-ups racin' down an old, back road All out chasin' down the same damn thing That American Mellencamp, small-town dream Whoa, whoa Oh, yeah, I'm talkin' 'bout a quarterback Fallin' for a prom queen Letras de cancionesParkin' in a field 'til the sun comes up I'm talkin' 'bout a sweet tea Sunday afternoon out at Mama's house Can't forget where I came from Where I came from Where it's workweek money buyin' good, cold beer And NASCAR runnin' on four Goodyears Tailgate datin' at the Dairy Queen That American Mellencamp, small-town dream Friday-night lights from the very top row And fixer-ups racin' down an old, back road All out chasin' down the same damn thing That American Mellencamp, small-town dream Whoa, whoa I remember hearin' "Little Pink Houses" On the radio in my first truck Yeah, it's workweek money buyin' good, cold beer And NASCAR runnin' on four Goodyears Tailgate datin' at the Dairy Queen That American Mellencamp, small-town dream Friday-night lights from the very top row Very top row And fixer-ups racin' down an old, back road Old, back road All out chasin' down the same damn thing Same damn thing That American Mellencamp, small-town dream That American Mellencamp, small-town dream From Letras Mania