Americana Lyrics - Ray Davies

I wanna make my home 

Where the buffalo roam 

In that great panorama 

My baby brother and me 

In the land of the free 

Americana 

In my schoolboy world 

I always get the girl 

On that great silver screen 

'Cause since I was a teen 

Ya' know I had this dream 

Americana 

Oh 

Runnin' high on inspiration 

Taken from those Wild West heroes 

Full of expectations of the road 

On that windin' trail to somewhere 

Young and foolish though he did not care 

What dangers lay in store and so 

In the steps of the great pioneers 

For [inaudible] 

I can't understand how I'm gonna 

Get there from here 

Wherever it goes, it's gonna take me somewhere 

Americana 

Americana 

Kentucky moon 

Montana sky 

Sierra Nevada 

It's an empty drive 

But it's a long long time 

Americana 

Oh 

I wanna make my home 

Where the buffalo roam 

Oh