Boarding the plane at London Heathrow
A twelve-string tied to my back
It's an eight-hour flight and we're travelling light
With no need to ever look back
And later that day we land at JFK
This trip's been long overdue
Buy an old camper van and head for San Fran
Just me and Dylan and you
From New York to Pittsburgh through Ohio state
Never without my guitar
Writing by day and performing at night
With a new song for every bar
Hitting the road in our humble abode
Seeing this doggedly through
We head for San Fran in an old camper van
Just me and Dylan and you
In need of some rest through the dusty mid-west
Driving from hick town to town
And playing a show in each one of these holes
Is enough to bring any man down
But I'm living the dream, I am digging this scene
This is what I have come here to do
As we head for San Fran in an old camper van
Just me and Dylan and you
The infinite desert is taking its toll
This is all becoming a haze
It's 120 degrees on the road
And we've not seen a soul for days
From Salt Lake City to Yosemite Park
Can't help but admire the view
Now we'll head for San Fran in an old camper van
Just me and Dylan and you
Paul D Jones - The American Express Lyrics
Paul D Jones - The American Express Lyrics
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Boarding the plane at London Heathrow
A twelve-string tied to my back
It's an eight-hour flight and we're travelling light
With no need to ever look back
And later that day we land at JFK
This trip's been long overdue
Buy an old camper van and head for San Fran
Just me and Dylan and you
From New York to Pittsburgh through Ohio state
Never without my guitar
Writing by day and performing at night
With a new song for every bar
Hitting the road in our humble abode
Seeing this doggedly through
We head for San Fran in an old camper van
Just me and Dylan and you
In need of some rest through the dusty mid-west
Driving from hick town to town
And playing a show in each one of these holes
Is enough to bring any man down
But I'm living the dream, I am digging this scene
This is what I have come here to do
As we head for San Fran in an old camper van
Just me and Dylan and you
The infinite desert is taking its toll
This is all becoming a haze
It's 120 degrees on the road
And we've not seen a soul for days
From Salt Lake City to Yosemite Park
Can't help but admire the view
Now we'll head for San Fran in an old camper van
Just me and Dylan and you
A twelve-string tied to my back
It's an eight-hour flight and we're travelling light
With no need to ever look back
And later that day we land at JFK
This trip's been long overdue
Buy an old camper van and head for San Fran
Just me and Dylan and you
From New York to Pittsburgh through Ohio state
Never without my guitar
Writing by day and performing at night
With a new song for every bar
Hitting the road in our humble abode
Seeing this doggedly through
We head for San Fran in an old camper van
Just me and Dylan and you
In need of some rest through the dusty mid-west
Driving from hick town to town
And playing a show in each one of these holes
Is enough to bring any man down
But I'm living the dream, I am digging this scene
This is what I have come here to do
As we head for San Fran in an old camper van
Just me and Dylan and you
The infinite desert is taking its toll
This is all becoming a haze
It's 120 degrees on the road
And we've not seen a soul for days
From Salt Lake City to Yosemite Park
Can't help but admire the view
Now we'll head for San Fran in an old camper van
Just me and Dylan and you
Writer: Paul D Jones
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