Lyrics

Bang, Bang, Bang
By Rick Landers (c) 2018

I'm sick of foreign cars
I'm sick of foreign bars
I'm sick of foreign flicks
I wanna get my kicks on Route 66
I wanna drive, drive I’m on my way
to see the real America
Bang, bang, I’m on my way I wanna feel what’s real

This is the Rust Belt it built a nation
I'm from Detroit or thereabouts
They say the water's real bad in Flint, Michigan
the kids can't drink it the water's gone south

Drive, drive I’m on my way to see the real America
Bang, bang, I'm on my way to see what's real

Chalk line around the body on the pavement
Chicagoan chills
Cop tells me to spread my legs
He’s got knees that kill

(Instrumental break)

I'm sick of foreign bars
I'm sick of foreign cars
I'm sick of foreign flicks
I wanna get my kicks on Route 66
I wanna drive, drive I’m on my way to see the real America
I wanna drive, drive
to see what's real

Got an education
I got a bill
I'm in arrears
Momma tells me to get a job
But, there ain't no more careers

I'm wanna drive, drive, I wanna see the real America
Drive, drive I wanna feel what’s real




Stars in bars
Big American cars
I love L.A.!
Top's down around the boulevard
The sun shines bright
But, the sky is dark gray

On the Border
There are kids in cages
What the Hell’s with that?
Refugees pursuing happiness
Is that just a right for rich fat cats?

(Instrumental break)

Stars and bars
Don't you tread on me
400 years, no shame
People rise for equality
In the streets for love of country
And for liberty

Drive, drive I’m on my way to see the real America
Bang, bang, I’m on my way I wanna feel what’s real
Drive, drive I want to rock the real America
Bang, bang I’m on my way
Bang, bang, bang