Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together I've got some real estate here in my bag So we bought a pack of cigarettes, and Mrs. Wagner pies And we walked off to look for America
Cathy, I said, as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburg Michigan seems like a dream to me now It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw And I've come to look for America
Laughin' on the bus, playing games with the faces She said the man in the gaberdine suit was a spy I said be careful, his bowtie is really a camera
Toss me a cigarette, I think there's one in my raincoat We smoked the last one an hour ago So I looked at the scenery, she read her magazine And the moon rose over an open field
Cathy, I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping I'm empty and I'm aching and I don't know why Countin' the cars on the New Jersey turnpike They've all come to look for America, all come to look for America
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Countin' the cars on the New Jersey turnpike They've all come to look for America, all come to look for America All come to look for America