American Gothic (Acoustic)

(One, two, three)

Cemetery kids on a midnight clear
Sayin', "Bloody Mary" in the bathroom mirror
Sneakin' Natty Lights down the stairs of the basement
Ain't much to do, but the nights what you make it

Runnin' down a dream on Stephen King and Kerouac
Children of the Corn, pink house, pink Cadillac
It's not just any patch of pitchfork dirt
Stop me if you already heard the one about

Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, 17
White frost, bean field, bonfire, kerosene
Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket
Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah

Watchin' "Days Of Our Lives" on a secondhand couch
Nicotine-soaked wood panels of the house
Sugar-coated Wonder Bread tastes like candy
Black lipstick, first kiss in a Camry
Looks a little like, looks a little like

Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, 17
White frost, bean field, bonfire, kerosene
Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket
Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah

It's real-life livin'
Real-life livin', it's real-life livin'

Goin' with the grain where the colors ain't fadin'
Real-life livin' in a real-life paintin'
That looks a little like, looks a little like

Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, 17
Yeah, white frost, bean field, bonfire, kerosene
Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket
Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah

Mellencamp, Springsteen, marijuana, 17
No plans, sun tan, layin' on a trampoline
Red Bic lighter in a blue jean pocket
Lost in the land of American Gothic, yeah

Real-life livin', real-life livin'
Real-life livin' in a real-life paintin'
Real-life livin', real-life livin'
Real-life livin', real-life livin' in a real-life paintin'

I love that, what is that?
I'm just gettin' some bugs