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We all leave our houses on big adventure. Eventually we come home.

Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America
Cathy, I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America

 
One more to go out.
I grew up in rural Madera County, CA. After college I took a job in San Jose, met a girl, got married. We had three sons.
I could never stand to live in San Jose. We lived in the little Santa Cruz County town of Boulder Creek. It's about 6 miles over some rugged country from the Loma Prieta mentioned in this song.
Growing up I thought that Jack Kerouac and the beat writer crowd were the s&!T. It wasn't until I had my own marriage and family that I realized they were all misogynist, self indulgent pigs with absolutely nothing of value to say. Then I figured out that the Neal Cassady of the song was the inspiration of Jack Kerouac's "Dean Moriarty".

Oh well. You live, you learn. Still love the song and it brings me great memories.

 
Let us be lovers, we'll marry our fortunes together
I've got some real estate here in my bag
So we bought a pack of cigarettes and Mrs. Wagner's pies
And we walked off to look for America
Cathy, I said as we boarded a Greyhound in Pittsburgh
Michigan seems like a dream to me now
It took me four days to hitchhike from Saginaw
I've gone to look for America
I see what you did there...
 
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