"Miss America" lyrics

She was some kind of renegade
Born on a summer day
Fireworks in her eyes
She was wild child seventeen
Growing up everygreen
Headed west for the big sky
Little brown-eyed blue jean baby
In a pink house pretty as a daisy
She got rocky mountain high
And left a few roots behind
But I miss

America, on the front porch
Before she ever had to lock her doors
When she was still outspoken
Back before her heart got broken
I miss America, bare feet in the dirt
John 3:16, wasn't scared to work
Yeah they all dreamed of her
She's mine and I still love her
But I miss America

I can see her with her hair down
Rolling through my home town
After a football game
I can hear her in a hayfield
Singin' with the whip-or-wills
And I kind of hate the way
She ran away and got a little bit older
Got a big city chip on her shoulder
That ain't the way that she was raised
What can I say? I miss

America, on the front porch
Before she ever had to lock her doors
When she was still outspoken
Back before her heart got broken
I miss America, bare feet in the dirt
John 3:16, wasn't scared to work
Yeah they all dreamed of her
She's mine and I still love her
But I miss America

She was some kind of renegade
Born on a summer day
But I miss

America, on the front porch
Before she ever had to lock her doors
When she was still outspoken
Back before her heart got broken
I miss America, bare feet in the dirt
John 3:16, wasn't scared to work
Yeah they all dreamed of her
She's mine and I still love her
But I miss America
Yeah I miss America
Yeah I miss America