Young American Girl  

Rough and tumble in the corn fields  

Daddy barely in her world  

The fruits of Mama’s labor’s barely any yield  

Small country town  

Thy neighbor is mine  

Young American Girl homebound  

Looking for a sign  

She finds it on Sundays, sat in wooden pews  

Next to Mama’s voice in song  

Bible closed, for she already knows the news  

She knows the Word to sing along  

Young American Girl gets older  

She knows what she wants from life  

And Mama’s already told her  

Don’t let the world break her strife  

But Mama didn’t need to tell her  

Young American Girl already knew  

Small country town had nothing to offer  

So she grew her wings and flew  

Young American Girl loves Mama, yes she does  

But every time she sees her face  

She sees where the tears had left trails of rust  

She sees no joy in her, not a trace  

So Young American Girl kissed Mama goodbye  

Put her small country town on her shelf  

Young American Girl wanted to fly  

Even if she had to fly by herself