Story Behind the Song
This song romanticizes the beauty of America, and stabs at its more pathetic sides.
Lyrics
Out in the distance and stretching to the stars,
over desert silence and over creeping cars,
an old coyote calls her the falling stars do play,
the sky gives heed to morning as darkness moves away.
and some days do wander and some days they will dye,
some days do squander and then will all go by,
while living under, American skies.
Beyond the blue horizon the cities then give rise,
and belch their good and bad will to high American skies,
some are busy be'n born and some are busy die'n,
some are busy giv'n up and some, are busy try'n.
and some days is thunder and some days is rain,
some days are bad days and then it's all the same,
while living under, American skies.
The little planes all cross her the mountains hold her snow,
the moon sometimes tops her and makes her night to glow,
the good lord stands atop her so people all will know,
there's something special under American skies,
and there ain't no bad times under American skies,
and there ain't no sad times under American skies.
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