"Americana" lyrics

Americana, blue jeans and marijuana
Type of friends that show their love by picking on ya
On the phone or on the lawn or on the corner
Springsteen to Billie Jean

And if your momma don't care about it
We're gonna get home when we get home
And if your momma don't care about it
We're gonna get home when we get home

Under God, working hard nail to hammer
Couple toys, the Brooklyn boys from Alabama
Take the floor from Jersey Shore to Country Grammar
Jay-Z, a little James Dean

And if your momma don't care about it
We're gonna get home when we get home
And if your momma don't care about it
We're gonna get home when we get home

Americana
Americana
We're gonna get home when we get home, ooh

My brother is your brother and my sister is your sister
It's all part of a bigger picture
Arms lift up, love's hard so love harder
My love is your love, I know you wanna

Americana
Americana
Americana
Americana

And if your momma don't care about it
No, no
And if your momma don't care about it
I know you wanna, Americana