Coming to America

I find myself in America,
The ladies love my voice.
The land of opportunity, 
A land of golden choice.

But people are so paranoid, 
They’ll sue you for a touch.
The money that you once had, 
Was taken by the judge.

Freeway number 66’,
Runs from coast to coast.
Im in my own road movie, 
I play the dry white toast.

If you find your way to pick me up, 
On your bike easy rider truck.
My face and on my guitar, 
The blues that you once took.

Im coming back to England, 
To the castles and the lime.
To you I once did visit, 
But here I do my time.

Down to Earth personalities, 
And you were all so kind.
Im sure I will come back again, 
A new film I will find.