Song Lyrics

We were never fans
Of stock car races
Though mesmerized
By the roaring of those cars
Out in the dark
The sound would echo off our skin
As we took to rooftop
With those engines on the wind
Where we sang
The songs of our fathers
Sha la la, ooh la la la
And all the prayers of our mothers
Dutiful daughters
Dutiful sons
Sha la la goes the rattle and hum
From the hearth
Of a Midwestern home
Sha la la it’s the sound
Of immortal Americans
When 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 sing twin in the choruses
Babes of the Bible Belt
May be low hanging fruit
In the forest
But they sang
The songs of their fathers
Sha la la, ooh la la la
And all the prayers of their mothers
Dutiful daughters
Dutiful sons
Sha la la goes the rattle and hum
From the hearth
Of a Midwestern home
Sha la la goes the sound
Of immortal Americans
My friends turned the radio off
Those holy hymns
Were no longer ours
Though we sang
The songs of our fathers
Sha la la, ooh la la la
And all the prayers of our mothers
Dutiful daughters
Dutiful sons
Sha la la goes the rattle and hum
From the hearth
Of a Midwestern home
Sha la la it’s the sound
Of immortal Americans

Austin Lucas

The duration of Immortal Americans is 4:01 minutes and seconds.