Americana Dream

There used to be a metal band
Until 2010
When they traded in their Axes
For a Bass and Mandolin
They bought a Six String Banjitar
And played the Tambourine
Everybodies chasing the Americana Dream
Skinny Jeans and Trucker Hats
Beards and Flannel Shirts
A couple pair of Working Boots
That have never seen the dirt
They spend their days in coffee shops
Reading Pitchfork Magazine
Everybodies chasing the Americana Dream
They sing about the Devil
They sing about the Lord
They sing about the road
But they’ve never been on tour
Living in a fantasy
They’ve made themselves believe
Everybodies chasing the Americana Dream
They say that Country music
Sold it’s soul to make a dime
They say that Hank would dissaprove
If he were still alive
If he’s rolling over in his grave
It’s only cause he’s seen
Everybody chasing the Americana Dream
They sing about the Devil
They sing about the Lord
They sing about the road
But they’ve never been on tour
Living in a fantasy
They’ve made themselves believe
Everybodies chasing the Americana Dream
They sing about the Devil
They sing about the Lord
They made a full length album
Without a single major chord
Trying to touch the past
With their Vinyl time machines
Everybodies chasing
Everybodies chasing
Everybodies chasing the Americana Dream