Austin Lucas Immortal Americans
[Verse 1]
We were never fans of stock-car races
Though mesmerized by the roaring of those cars
Out in the dark the sound echoed off our skin
As we took to rooftop those engines on the wind
[Chorus]
Where we sang the songs of our fathers
Shah-la-la, ooh-la-la-la
And all the prayers of our mothers
Dutiful daughters, dutiful sons
Shah-la-la goes the rattle and hum
From the hearth of a midwestern home
Shah-la-la: that's the sound of immortal Americans
[Verse 2]
Children turn the radio on
Fists hit the air praising rock and roll gods
From the soil they are formed, born to grow corn and cut stone
They trade off the verses and they sing twin in the choruses
Babes of the Bible Belt
Maybe low-hanging fruit in the forest
[Chorus]
But they sang the songs of our fathers
Shah-la-la, ooh-la-la-la
And all the prayers of their mothers
Dutiful daughters, dutiful sons
Shah-la-la rose the rattle and hum
From the hearth of a midwestern home
Shah-la-la: that's the sound of immortal Americans
[Verse 3]
My friends turned the radio off
Those holy hymns were no longer ours
[Chorus]
Though we sang the songs of our fathers
Shah-la-la, ooh-la-la-la
And all the prayers of our mothers
Dutiful daughters, dutiful sons
Shah-la-la goes the rattle and hum
From the hearth of a midwestern home
Shah-la-la: that's the sound of immortal Americans
Immortal Americans