He puts his rucksack on
Taking courage from the Dawn of the Sun
He straps his boots on tight
Like a soldier who is ready to March
He is self-assured
A cool man headed into Adventure
He won’t turn back now
He’s the Last of the American Boys
He wears his cuts n’ scrapes
Like a badge of Tested Mettle
He is hitchin’ a ride
Like a smilin’ thumb on the Road
He left his stuff behind
While givin’ the Dow Jones the finger
He makes enough to survive
As he’s movin’ from place to place
Like a Navigator at the
Heart of the Expedition
He is one of a kind
He’s the Last of the American Boys
He plays his ole’ six string
Singin’ songs of the open highway
He is a sucker for
All the mountains he has yet to climb
He will trim his sails
Catchin’ the Trade Winds out on the ocean
He’s a travelin’ man
A rebel needing no cause
Like an Indiana Jones
Off on another crazy Adventure
He just can’t stay home
He’s the last of the American Boys
He puts his rucksack on
Taking courage from the Dawn of the Sun
He straps his boots on tight
Like a soldier who is ready to March
He will trim his sails
Catchin’ the Trade Winds out on the ocean
He’s a travelin’ man
A rebel needing no cause
And we need him to Live
Cause, he’s the Last of the American Boys.
