We were Jesus save me, blue jean babyBorn in the USA Trailer park truck stop, faded little map dotsNew York to LAWe were teenage dreamin’, front seat leanin’Baby, come give me a kissPut me on the cover of the Rolling StoneUptown down home American kidsGrowin’ up in little pink housesMakin’ out on living room couchesBlowin’ that smoke on a Saturday nightA little messed up, but we’re all alright