I first saw the world in black and white
Grew up with the Beaver and Mayberry life
Things sure have changed
From how they were then
I want to turn it around and go there again
'Cause back in America cars had fins
Loser shakes hands with the one who wins
People take pride in the work they turn in
Nobody's out for all they can get
At least that's the way I remember it
Back in America
Back in America
You pick up the paper on every page
The victim's of life their eyes full of rage
Now nothing is sacred and anything goes
And our values are set
By the way the wind blows
'Cause back in America cars had fins
Loser shakes hands with the one who wins
People take pride in the work they turn in
Nobody's out for all they can get
At least that's the way I remember it
Back in America
Back in America
No this world ain't perfect it never has been
But it seems like times were simpler then
Like a '57 Chevy and a Hank Williams song
The flag still waves and the spirit lives on
'Cause back in America cars had fins
Loser shakes hands with the one who wins
People take pride in the work they turn in
Nobody's out for all they can get
At least that's the way I remember it
Back in America
Back in America
Oh yeah back in America
Back in America yeah...