She puts her boots
and bandanna on
She has a hankering
for Rolling Stones
She likes her
vegetables home grown
A lot like the boy
waiting out in the truck
She'll take a hill
like Roosevelt
Holds up her pants
with a Bible belt
She cracks 'em up
like a liberty bell
A whole lot of tender
and a little bit tough
Ooh ooh ooh
She's a little unusual
Ooh ooh ooh
She's American beautiful
Well he is a mutt
with a pedigree
Sinatra junkie in
a pair of jeans
He pays his dues in
the Land of the Free
Says Why walk
Baby we were born to run
Ooh ooh ooh
He's a little unusual
Ooh ooh ooh
He's American beautiful
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
I saw that girl in
a mirror once
With a boy like that
in a cloud of dust
I think they look
a lot like us
'Cause we are
We are we are
Ooh ooh ooh
We are a little unusual
Ooh ooh ooh
We are American beautiful
Yeah ooh ooh ooh
We are a little unusual
Ooh ooh ooh
We are American
American
American beautiful