Tác giả : Blues Traveler
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Music & lyrics: john popper 
 
Autumn air it carries me there 
Less than an hour to go 
Six hundred miles an hour 
And still it feels so slow 
I'm trying to get back to burlington 
To a square in the center of town 
To a spot on a wooden table 
Where her feet didn't reach the ground 
And shen she kisses me it tasted like cinnamon 
And her skin smells of cider and rose 
And when she looked at me we both got quiet 
And my heart beats so hard we were in so close 
Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile 
 
And she called me her ugly american 
And i would call her my canadian flower 
And i don't think that we'll ever get there again 
We had such power 
And she would call me her ugly american 
And i'll remember my canadian rose 
Especially when the fall comes to burlington 
We were in so close 
 
I finally made it this town looks rearranged 
I don't know these people anymore 
But in the best ways not much else has changed 
From the way it was before 
And at least they still have this certain table 
Where i once carved a particular name 
I run my finger through the weathered carving 
And i almost can feel the same 
And my mouth it almost tastes just like cinnamon 
As i ponder what my pilgrimage means 
And i try to figure out where vancouver is from here 
And i listen to the leaves 
If only for a beautiful while that still makes me smile 
 
And she called me her ugly american 
And i would call her my canadian flower 
And i don't think that we'll ever get there again 
We had such power 
And she would call me her ugly american 
And i'll remember my canadian rose 
Especially when the fall comes to burlington 
We were in so close 
 
And every single hope and dream i could ever conjure up 
Passionately springs in me and all things are possible 
Plausible and perfectly both of ours forever after and every day 
At least it seemed that way 
Once for such a beautiful while that still makes me smile 
 
And she called me her ugly american 
And i would call her my canadian flower 
And i don't think that we'll ever get there again 
We had such power 
And she would call me her ugly american 
And i'll remember my canadian rose 
Especially when the fall comes to burlington 
We were in so close