Souvenirs Songtext
von Suzy Bogguss
Souvenirs Songtext
Set out like Kerouac in my American car
Carrying a dream and a road map
Deep in my American heart
Where′s those mountain majesties,
Where's those waves of grain
Billboards from sea to shining sea, man it ain′t the same.
They got Mount Rushmore on a cup,
Everybody needs one of those
For a dollar more they'll fill it up,
You can drink out of Lincoln's nose
They got the Hard Rock t-shirts, they got Elvis too
Sooner or later, mark my words, they′re gonna get you.
Well, I′ve been searching for the promised land
But it's just another neon come-on roadside stand
Little tin toys that fall apart, that′s all they got here
I come all this way to find my heart, all I get is souvenirs.
--- Instrumental ---
Baby, I believed in you, I thought you believed in me
I thought we had a love that's true, not a close facsimile
Now I don′t want your dime store ring,
It turns my finger green
I don't want your dime store love, I want the real thing.
′Cause I've been searching for the promised land
But it's just another neon come-on roadside stand
Little tin toys that fall apart, that′s all we got here
I come all this way to find my heart, all I get is souvenirs.
Souvenirs.
Little tin toys that fall apart
Souvenirs.
I come all this way to find my heart
Souvenirs...
Carrying a dream and a road map
Deep in my American heart
Where′s those mountain majesties,
Where's those waves of grain
Billboards from sea to shining sea, man it ain′t the same.
They got Mount Rushmore on a cup,
Everybody needs one of those
For a dollar more they'll fill it up,
You can drink out of Lincoln's nose
They got the Hard Rock t-shirts, they got Elvis too
Sooner or later, mark my words, they′re gonna get you.
Well, I′ve been searching for the promised land
But it's just another neon come-on roadside stand
Little tin toys that fall apart, that′s all they got here
I come all this way to find my heart, all I get is souvenirs.
--- Instrumental ---
Baby, I believed in you, I thought you believed in me
I thought we had a love that's true, not a close facsimile
Now I don′t want your dime store ring,
It turns my finger green
I don't want your dime store love, I want the real thing.
′Cause I've been searching for the promised land
But it's just another neon come-on roadside stand
Little tin toys that fall apart, that′s all we got here
I come all this way to find my heart, all I get is souvenirs.
Souvenirs.
Little tin toys that fall apart
Souvenirs.
I come all this way to find my heart
Souvenirs...
Writer(s): Gretchen Peters Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com