Well, she was an American girl
You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes?
Raised on promises
You look like a rube.
She couldn't help thinkin'
A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste.
That there was a little more to life somewhere else/
Good nutrition has given you some length of bone,
After all it was a great big world
but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash
With lots of places to run to
are you, Agent Starling?
And if she had to die tryin'
And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed?
She had one little promise she was gonna keep
Pure West Virginia.
O yeah, all right
Take it easy, baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl
What's your father, dear?
Well it was kind of cold that night,
Is he a coal miner?
She stood alone on her balcony
Does he stink of the lamp?
Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by,
You know how quickly the boys found you...
Out on 441 like waves crashin' on the beach
all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars
And for one desperate moment
while you could only dream of getting out..
There he crept back in her memory
getting anywhere..
God it's so painful when something that's so close
getting all the way to the FBI.
Is still so far out of reach
O yeah, all right
Take it easy, baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl.
You know what you look like to me, with your good bag and your cheap shoes?
Raised on promises
You look like a rube.
She couldn't help thinkin'
A well scrubbed, hustling rube with a little taste.
That there was a little more to life somewhere else/
Good nutrition has given you some length of bone,
After all it was a great big world
but you're not more than one generation from poor white trash
With lots of places to run to
are you, Agent Starling?
And if she had to die tryin'
And that accent you've tried so desperately to shed?
She had one little promise she was gonna keep
Pure West Virginia.
O yeah, all right
Take it easy, baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl
What's your father, dear?
Well it was kind of cold that night,
Is he a coal miner?
She stood alone on her balcony
Does he stink of the lamp?
Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by,
You know how quickly the boys found you...
Out on 441 like waves crashin' on the beach
all those tedious sticky fumblings in the back seats of cars
And for one desperate moment
while you could only dream of getting out..
There he crept back in her memory
getting anywhere..
God it's so painful when something that's so close
getting all the way to the FBI.
Is still so far out of reach
O yeah, all right
Take it easy, baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl.