Miss America

She was some kinda renegade

Born on a summer day

Fireworks in her eyes

She was wild child, seventeen

Growin' up, evergreen

Headed west for the big sky

A little brown-eyed blue jean baby

In a pink house, pretty as a daisy

She got Rocky Mountain high

And left a few roots behind

But I miss America, on her front porch

Before she ever had to lock her doors

When she was still outspoken

Back before her heart got broken

I miss America, bare feet in the dirt

John 3:16, wasn't scared to work

Yeah, they all dreamed of her

She's mine and I still love her

But I miss America

I can see her with her hair down

Rollin' through my hometown

After a football game

I can hear her in a hayfield

Singin' with the whippoorwills

And I kinda hate the way

She ran away and got a little bit older

Got a big city chip on her shoulder

That ain't the way that she was raised

What can I say?

I miss America, on her front porch

Before she ever had to lock her doors

When she was still outspoken

Back before her heart got broken

I miss America, bare feet in the dirt

John 3:16, wasn't scared to work

Yeah, they all dreamed of her

She's mine and I still love her

But I miss America

She was some kinda renegade

Born on a summer day

But I miss America, on her front porch

Before she ever had to lock her doors

When she was still outspoken

Back before her heart got broken

I miss America, bare feet in the dirt

John 3:16, wasn't scared to work

Yeah, they all dreamed of her

She's mine and I still love her

But I miss America

I miss America

I miss America