An American Song

My father bought a station wagon back in 1966

Use to take us driving on a Sunday through the Delaware sticks

Yeah my sister and my brother riding in the back

Watching 20 miles of railroad track

Disappear behind them like a poem that was way too long

While my dad tapped on the steering wheel and whistled an American song

My cousins came from New York every summer and we'd all sleep in tents

Never saw my uncle without the pork pie hat on his head

Yeah he and my dad would talk late into the night

Wondering if the world would ever be right

While us kids were upstairs laughing and fighting and carrying on