Americana Dream

1, 2, 3 There used to be a metal band Until 2010 When they traded in their Axes For a Bass and Mandolin They bought a Six String Banjitar And played the Tambourine Everybodies chasing the Americana Dream Skinny Jeans and Trucker Hats Beards and Flannel Shirts A couple pair of Working Boots That have never seen the dirt They spend their days in coffee shops Reading Pitchfork Magazine Everybodies chasing the Americana Dream They sing about the Devil They sing about the Lord They sing about the road But they've never been on tour Living in a fantasy They've made themselves believe Everybodies chasing the Americana Dream They say that Country music Sold it's soul to make a dime They say that Hank would dissaprove If he were still alive If he's rolling over in his grave It's only cause he's seen Everybody chasing the Americana Dream They sing about the Devil They sing about the Lord They sing about the road But they've never been on tour Living in a fantasy They've made themselves believe Everybodies chasing the Americana Dream They sing about the Devil They sing about the Lord They made a full length album Without a single major chord Trying to touch the past With their Vinyl time machines Everybodies chasing Everybodies chasing Everybodies chasing the Americana Dream