Song Description

A trucker makes his way across the United States dreaming of home but putting off his actual return

Lyrics

Sunday Morning coming home, high upon this mountain road.
I?ve been singing with the radio. Me and Bruce, y?know we?re born to go.
I?m an American, I roll on American Road.

That?s my country in the front window. All through New England in the cold and snow.
Take an all night run down U.S. Highway 1. I drop it off and I get a brand new load.
I?m an American, I roll on American Road.

Down the falls to where the crocodiles crawl. North along the mighty river.
Cornfields, Wheatfields, pastures plenty cattle grazing
As long as there?s something to deliver. As long as there?s something to deliver.

Seattle. Portland. San Francisco. LA. Phoenix. Albuquerque. San Antonio.
Rocky Mountain High. Kansas plains are dry. I keep on movin? and I sure know why.
I?m an American. I roll on American Road.

Past the faces carved on South Dakota Mountain. Non-stop to the Great Divide.
Salt Lake. Short break. Breathe the air you?re feelin? great
Down towards the Canyon deep and wide. Stare out the Canyon deep and wide.

New York Skyline towering majestic city. And now its got a gaping hole.
Sweet Lady Liberty lift your torch up high for freedom.
And let it light the way back home. Shine on American Road

Sunday morning coming home. Those Jersey beaches always fill my soul.
When I?ll get there I don?t know. It?s a great big country and I take it slow.
I?m an American. I roll on American Road.
I?m an American. I?m a proud strong American and I roll on American Road.