You can go right on believing I couldn't understand I didn't drink the water I didn't eat the sand You can sing about Coyotes The color of the grids About the highways that you travel And all that kind of jazz I'll listen till you finish this And I'll never ever show That I was born and raised there But you just don't want to know Mr. Cool playing your guitar I'd like to see your face That they could find out who you are There is nothing that you can tell me That I don't already know And if you also call in homesick I tell you you'd better go Cause you're that same American You don't want to be But tell me that you're not I'll be the first one to agree