Straight line wind turned the old barn into a pile of wood and rust
The whole town comes with their work boots on, raise it right back up
There's a life ain't fair, thumb in the air, just trying to get to Baton Rouge
Somebody pulls up in a flatbed truck, says, "Buddy, where you headed to?"
There ain't no good news on the 6 o'clock news these days
But don't you get down, take a look around
It's all over the place

It could be Carolina, could be California
There's a dirt road class with a shirt on their back
If you ask, they'll put it right on ya
They say the world is ending
But from where I'm standing
There's still a jug to share
Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer
Somewhere in America
Somewhere in America

There's rumors of war, wolves at the door
There ain't no way around it
There's all shades of blue collars back in the holler set to do something about it
There's still cigarettes in bars
There's still rings that don't leave hands
There's still Semper Fi on arms
And there's still heart left in this land

Anywhere from Carolina, could be California
There's a dirt road class with a shirt on their back
If you ask, they'll put it right on ya
They say the world is ending
But from where I'm standing
There's still a jug to share
Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer
Somewhere in America
Somewhere in America

Somewhere there's a boy
Somewhere there's a girl
Sitting in a Chevy on some Tom Petty
Saying, "Man, what a perfect world"
Yeah, somewhere there's a town
Full of main street moms and pops
On top of the world even if the rest of the world is on the rocks

It could be Carolina, could be California
There's a dirt road class with a shirt on their back
If you ask, they'll put it right on ya
They say the world is ending
But from where I'm standing
There's still a jug to share
Couple bucks to spare, still got a prayer
Somewhere in America
Somewhere in America