Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real-estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes, and Mrs. Wagner pies
And walked off to look for America
Cathy I said as we boarded the Greyhound in Pittsburg
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitch-hike from Savannah
I've come to look for America
Laughing on the bus, playing games with the faces
She said the man in the garbadine suit was a spy
I said be careful his bowtie is really a camera
Toss me a cigarette I think there's one in my raincoat
We smoked the last one an hour ago
So I looked at the scenery, and she read her magazine
An the moon rose over an open field
Cathy I'm lost, I said, though I knew she was sleeping
I'm empty and aching and I don't know why
Counting the cars on the New Jersey Turnpike
They've all gone to look for America
They've all gone to look for America
They've all gone to look for America