American Nights - Parmalee

Yeah, American nights coming out of that dash

Going big time on a little bit of cash

Ain’t nothing better, no there ain’t nothing like

American nights

Somewhere out there in America

There’s a long haul driver filling up

And a welcome back home party, twelve ounce toast

Carolina toes on a California coast

At the coast the sun is going down

Feels like nothing two-lane towns

Parts on a hood down airport road

Seeing how high they can go

Yeah, American nights coming out of that dash

Going big time on a little bit of cash

Raising one up and singing along

Living the words to all those songs

American nights lighting up that sky

That bottle-rocket going off look in her eyes

Ain’t nothing better, no there ain’t nothing like

American nights

Yeah, these American nights

Lipstick painting on your baby’s lips

Overtime working that graveyard shift

Corner booth kiss in a downtown bar

Kids driving around in daddy’s car

Mama staying up, steady watching the clock

Everybody hide, here come the cops

Hearts on fire, whiskey on ice, year

Just another slice

Of American nights coming out of that dash

Going big time on a little bit of cash

Raising one up and singing along

Living the words to all those songs

American nights lighting up that sky

That bottle-rocket going off look in her eyes

Ain’t nothing better, no there ain’t nothing like

American nights

Woah, and at the end of a long, hard day

Woah, you know we just can’t wait

For those American nights coming out of that dash

Going big time on a little bit of cash

Raising one up and singing along

Living the words to all those songs

American nights lighting up that sky

That bottle-rocket going off look in her eyes

Ain’t nothing better, no there ain’t nothing like

American nights

Yeah, these American nights

Yeah, American nights

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