Turn Up An American Sonnet

Driving across country give me that soul, all the stars and stripes of freedom; Rock n’ roll and a grill filled with charcoal, so sweet American hum drum; From mountains to sea to flatland country we can explore what we want to; Maples back up a palm tree symphony the song of the red, white, and blue; There is nothing about me you can tame, you can try but you’ll always miss; I will not forget I can change the game, I was brought up on that promise; Turn up the volume on the radio, anywhere you want is where you can go.