Just a story from America He left his job and he looked at her I've had enough he put down his cup And every time she would fill it up When she'd say Get up when they put you down But like a boxer You just spin around Your kind of guy is so very few Don't ever let them get the best of you And so he's working like a dog each day And every week there'd be more overtime pay And pretty soon he's got a Cadillac car And on the weekends he would drive so far And they don't slow down America's such a speedy town Hot clothes high society He said it never get the best of me And then he met a girl with hair like the sun With social status she was number one He left it all and he left downtown A little voice follows him around And it say Get up they put you down And like a boxer You just spin around Your kind of guy was so very few I thought they'd never get the best of you Just a story of America Just a story fro in America Just a story of America Just a story from America