American Kids - Kenny Chesney

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"Wrecking balls, downtown construction Bottles breaking, jukebox buzzing Cardboard sign says 'The Lord is coming' Tick tick tock Rumors turn the mills back home / Parking lot kids with the speakers blown We didn't turn it on, But we can't turn it off off off Sometimes I wonder how did we get here Seems like all we ever hear is Noise, Yeah we scream, we shout til we don't have a voice In the streets, in the crowds, It ain't nothing but noise Drowning out all the dreams of this Tennessee boy Just trying to be heard in all this noise Twenty four hour television Gets so loud that no one listens Sex and money and politicians Talk, talk, talk But there really ain't no conversation Ain't nothing left to the imagination Trapped in our phones and we can't make it stop, Stop this Noise, Yeah we scream, we shout til we don't have a voice In the streets, in the crowds, It ain't nothing but noise Drowning out all the dreams of this Tennessee boy Just trying to be heard in all this noise Every room, every house, every shade of noise All the floors, all the walls, they all shake with noise We can't sleep, we can't think, Can't escape the noise We can't take the noise, so we just make ... Noise, Yeah we scream, we shout til we don't have a voice In the streets, in the crowds, It ain't nothing but noise Drowning out all the dreams of this Tennessee boy Just trying to be heard in all this noise All this noise Can't tame the noise Can't tame the noise Can't tame the noise

For me it's a beach bar Or on a boat underneath the stars Or with my band up on a stage For a while everything's okay For some it's a fast car Moonshine in a mason jar And everybody has their way Somehow to escape Reality, yeah, sometimes life Ain't all that it's cracked up to be So let's take a chance and live this fantasy 'Cause everybody needs to break free from reality, oh yeah Yeah, some days it's a bitch, it's a bummer We need a rock 'n' roll show in the summer To let the music take us away Take our minds to a better place Where we feel that sense of freedom Leave our worries behind, we don't need 'em All we need is a sunny day and an old tailgate And we'll escape Reality, yeah, sometimes life Ain't all that it's cracked up to be So let's take a chance and live this fantasy 'Cause everybody needs to break free from reality Everybody raise your hands and voice tonight Set your soul free, let's take a carpet ride We'll leave it all behind, oh yeah Oh, reality, yeah, sometimes life Ain't all that it's cracked up to be So let's take a chance and live this fantasy 'Cause everybody needs to break free from reality Yeah, oh yeah Come on everybody, break free Come on everybody, break free

Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue Wrap your presents to your darling from you Pretty pencils to write I love you And Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue Crowded streets, busy feet, hustle by him Downtown shoppers, Christmas is nigh And there he sits all alone on the side walk Hoping that you won't pass him by Should you stop? Better not, much too busy You better hurry, my how time does fly And in the distance the ringing of laughter And in the midst of the laughter he cries Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue Wrap your presents to your darling from you Pretty pencils to write I love you Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue Wrap your presents to your darling from you Pretty pencils to write I love you Pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue Oh, pretty paper, pretty ribbons of blue

There's two lost souls finding love in Times Square There's a rumble of a train running down a track Lights are turning on the great wide wave Cold beer here, pinstripes aren't bad Piano man's holding court at the garden All the street corner preachers are back Faith believes what it can't see And who we are, and who we're gonna be Angels ring a cathedral bell And on the streets of New York All is well The eastern sun is rising over sunset Tourists taking selfies at the Hollywood sign Watching up the boards down in Venice At Nicky's house, they're all gathering in line, give it time 'Cause faith believes what it can't see And who we are, and who we're gonna be City of Angels rising through the ashes of hell And on the streets of LA All is well There's a pickup rolling through the Heartland And the shotgun seat rides her daddy's old six-string Tonight she'll be singing in a bar on Broadway She'll play some Willy, and everybody sings Faith believes what it can't see And who we are, and who we're gonna be Music cities got some tales to tell And on the streets of Nashville All is well Faith believes what it can't see And who we are, and who we're gonna be Our Lady in the harbor shining like a citadel And on the streets of America All is well And on the streets of America All is well