Lyrics

Two-way ticket to the Carolina coast
Met a little girl, she was the most
We kissed poolside, an emotional state
We had to get married, just couldn?t wait
Cigar totin? daddy, he was a jerk
He wanted to put my pretty little baby to work
A college grad in the computer age
Workin? at Pizza Hut for minimum wage
The whole damn word, it?s in a rut
Uncle Sam?s got a great big gut
I?m sick of technology, computer lust
I?m going back to Indiana on a Greyhound bus

Just into Knoxville, Tennessee pride
Held us up an hour on our cross country ride
Seems an old farmer lost the lot of his load
The bus stopped dead and it just wouldn?t go
Got back to the terminal, there was no time to rest
A guy tells me which god he thinks is the best
His girlfriend tells me I can save the world
If I give her money and cut off my curls
Another guy had a shirt that said ?save the seals?
I?m for that but some people ain?t got no meals
Fingers ?round the world are pointin? at us
I?m going back to Indiana on a draft dodging bust

In Louisville, KY, it?s clockin? 4 a.m.
I?m changing buses, there?s a buzz in my head
An image of a pastor with a rope around his neck
There?s gonna be a hanging on the pirate deck
A rich man?s got himself a big white house
The man off the street is just a bastard louse
Look over yonder out past the soup line
There?s a lonely smokestack with a tear in its eye
Oh, American son how can you believe
Sugar-coated politics on the TV
I?ve traveled the land and the seven seas
I?m going back to Indiana my baby and me