Laid out under an August sky
Smoking cigarettes and drinking dandelion wine
And I want to take you there
The smell of gasoline in the summer air
It's where you feel
Oh that American soul
Oh that American soul
Oh that American soul
Take me home
Reborn up in the northern bowl
She crossed over the border where the sentinel patrols
Yeah, she's like a setting sun
Headed out West with her hair undone
And she feels like