All American Boy

I ran half baked
 with the broken hearts
 stealing my way
 to my shell
 where I could dream
 and plan for all my broken schemes
 where the rattle of the guitar shakes my brain
 shoot me down again
 I'm on my way, to a better place to see
 Well sing it,
 All American Boy
 I poured a shot
 into a paper cup
 and washed down the tears as the Stones played
 a special tune that filled the room
 of this hollow soul
 searching for a spark
 to find my way
 so I just get my head around
 and some folks say it's not ok, it's just the way
 you've got to say it
 All American Boy
 All American Boy
 All American Boy
 All American Boy
 you got to know
 you got to see
 I rode half baked
 with the broken hearts
 sealing my fate to my shell
 where I could dream and plan
 for all my broken schemes
 where the rattle of the guitar shake my brain
 if I could just get my head around it
 and shake it off of me
 you've got to mean it,
 All American Boy
 All American Boy...