Americana – Austin Webb

Cinnamon sugar on an apple pie
White clouds in the sky-blue sky
Wave at your neighbor while they pass on by
Take another swiff of
Momma’s homemade sweet iced tea
Heavy breeze through the old oak tree
They didn’t worry ’bout a lock and key
Way back when, oh

If I could just go back in time, when a
Weird penny was worth a dime
A barn dance was on a Friday night
Do you wanna go
Back to the old glory days?
When we lived in a simpler way
It might sound like an old cliché
But I’m gonna go
Americana
Americana

Fireflies in a mason jar
Whitewalls on daddy’s car
Singing hymns round an old guitar
At meemaw’s house on Sunday
Picking crawdads out of the creek
Blue jeans with a hole in the knee
Playing ball in the middle of the street
Till the sun goes down

If I could just go back in time, when a
Weird penny was worth a dime
A barn dance was on a Friday night
Do you wanna go
Back to the old glory days?
When we lived in a simpler way
It might sound like an old cliché
But I’m gonna go
Americana

If I could just go back in time, when a
Weird penny was worth a dime
A barn dance was on a Friday night
Do you wanna go
Back to the old glory days?
When we lived in a simpler way
It might sound like an old cliché
But I’m gonna go
Americana
Americana