American Icon Lyrics by Hayden Blount
I’m tearing up the 40 like I’m racing Daytona
Open road before me, plenty room to throw some dust up
Hell, I might as well paint a 3 on my Tacoma
Raising hell, praising Dale, and I got no plans to slow up
Got a girl in Tennessee wants me to come get her
She tastes real sweet when I slow kiss her
I tell her that I need you like I’m Lynyrd Skynyrd
But I’m a free bird, so I’m leaving for the winter
‘Cause there’s places to be, cigarettes to burn
People to meet, and dollar bills to earn
Banquets to drink, a lover to kiss
But you don’t get a thing unless you bleed for this
So, I’m gonna bleed till there’s a hill I can die on
‘Cause I wanna be an American Icon
Five states, two days, Burt Reynolds bandit
Two hours of sleep, can’t believe I’m still standing
Wish I’s headed west ’cause I miss my family
But I’m eastbound and down, always stuck in transit
‘Cause there’s places to be, cigarettes to burn
People to meet, and dollar bills to earn
Banquets to drink, a lover to kiss
But you don’t get a thing unless you bleed for this
So, I’m gonna bleed till there’s a hill I can die on
‘Cause I wanna be an American Icon
American Icon
‘Cause there’s places to be, cigarettes to burn
People to meet, and dollar bills to earn
