She was some kinda renegade
Born on a summer day
Fireworks in her eyes
She was wild child, seventeen
Growin' up, evergreen
Headed west for the big sky
A little brown-eyed blue jean baby
In a pink house, pretty as a daisy
She got Rocky Mountain high
And left a few roots behind

But I miss America, on her front porch
Before she ever had to lock her doors
When she was still outspoken
Back before her heart got broken
I miss America, bare feet in the dirt
John 3: 16, wasn't scared to work
Yeah, they all dreamed of her
She's mine and I still love her
But I miss America

I can see her with her hair down
Rollin' through my hometown
After a football game
I can hear her in a hayfield
Singin' with the whippoorwills
And I kinda hate the way
She ran away and got a little bit older
Got a big city chip on her shoulder
That ain't the way that she was raised
What can I say?

I miss America, on her front porch
Before she ever had to lock her doors
When she was still outspoken
Back before her heart got broken
I miss America, bare feet in the dirt
John 3: 16, wasn't scared to work
Yeah, they all dreamed of her
She's mine and I still love her
But I miss America

She was some kinda renegade
Born on a summer day

But I miss America, on her front porch
Before she ever had to lock her doors
When she was still outspoken
Back before her heart got broken
I miss America, bare feet in the dirt
John 3: 16, wasn't scared to work
Yeah, they all dreamed of her
She's mine and I still love her
But I miss America

I miss America
I miss America