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I came from Italy with a dream in my hand

Now I’m working hard on this dusty land

Got a truck, got boots, got dirt on my jeans

Still thinking ‘bout mama and homemade cuisine

(Pre-Chorus)

I try to fit in, yeah I do my best

With a Marlboro tucked in my flannel vest

(Chorus)

I’m just an Italian in the USA

Trying to live that country way

With a pickup truck and a cold Bud Light

Country songs playing every night

But deep inside, no matter what I do

I’m pizza, pasta, and a glass of vino too

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(Verse 2)

Got a dip in my lip, yeah I’m learning fast

Talking ‘bout trucks and working class

Waving that flag, red white and blue

But my heart still beats in green white red too

(Pre-Chorus)

They say “you’re one of us”, I just smile and say

“Yeah… but I still eat pasta every day”

(Chorus)

I’m just an Italian in the USA

Trying to live that country way

With a pickup truck and a cold Bud Light

Country songs playing every night

But deep inside, no matter what I do

I’m pizza, pasta, and a glass of vino too

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(Bridge)

From Rome to roads in Tennessee

Now there’s a little bit of both in me

I roll with them, but I can’t deny

I still love my mamma’s recipe and wine

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(Final Chorus)

I’m just an Italian in the USA

Yeah I found my own kind of way

With a pickup truck and dust on my boots

But I still dream of espresso shots and suits

So I raise my beer under country skies

But I’m still that Italian guy inside