Песня сама по себе — типичная баллада в стиле поп-рок. Медленная, мелодичная, как это и положено, однако в целом ничем выдающегося. Зато саундтрек из нее получился замечательный: на ее фоне история о гее (надо сказать, очень симпатичном), который влюбился в натурала, смотрится особенно трогательно.
Ripped Jeans, only drinks whiskey I find him by the fire while his girl was getting friskey, ohh I say we go this road tonight
He smiles, his arms around her But his eyes are holdin me, just a captive to his wonder, ohh I say we go this road tonight
Now I know that that's your girl, I mean no disrespect The way that shirt hugs you chest boy, I just won't forget I'll be sittin her, drinking my whiskey I won't say goodnight unless I think ya might miss me, ohh
Be my All-American boy tonight Where everyday's the 4th of July And its alright, alright And we can keep this up till the morning light And you can hold me deep in your eyes And its alright, alright Be my, be my My All-American boy
Ripped jeans, tight shirt He lights a cigarette you know I'm glad that she can't stand it, ohh I drink the moonlight from his eyes
Now hold there, just a moment I want to take this in now we don't need no photo of it, no We should go this road tonight
Now I know that that's your girl, and I don't give a damn She's been cusin and cryin, she don't know what she has So I'll be, sittin here, tryin hold down my whiskey, You tell your girl good night cause somebody'd like to kiss me, ohh
Be my All-American boy tonight Where everyday's the 4th of July And its alright, alright And we can keep this up till the morning light And you can hold me deep in your eyes And its alright, alright Be my, be my My All-American boy
Of all the girls and boys to look my way Ain't no body ever hit me this way So won't you come back with me And lay with me a while
I'm gonna wrestle you out of them clothes, Leave that beautiful body exposed, And you can have my heart and my soul and my body... Just be mine
Be my All-American boy tonight Baby you light my fire Its gonna be alright, alright!
Be my All-American boy tonight Where everyday's the 4th of July And its alright, alright And we can keep this up till the morning light And you can hold me deep in your eyes And its alright, alright Be my, be my... Just, be my, be my... My All-American boy