American Dreamer Songtext
I know a woman
Her husband died and he left her with two little children
So she went back to school and she got a degree in business
Yeah, now she owns one
And she taught those kids you can do anything
With the heart of a true believer
Yeah, she's an American dreamer
And I've got a woman
And she waits for me with the light on 'cause she knows I'm coming
Her husband died and he left her with two little children
So she went back to school and she got a degree in business
Yeah, now she owns one
And she taught those kids you can do anything
With the heart of a true believer
Yeah, she's an American dreamer
And I've got a woman
And she waits for me with the light on 'cause she knows I'm coming
And she talks about babies and building a house in the country
Yeah, where it's sunny
And she's got faith that can do anything
But she'll never know how much I need her
Yeah, she's an American Dreamer
Back in the sixties, well Haggard's in prison
He's thinking about writing a tune
And a guy named Armstrong was crazy enough
To think he could walk on the moon
And a preacher named King, well he had a dream
He believed we could all live as one
And a soldier somewhere is praying for peace
While he's cleaning his gun
American dreamers
And I had a father; he said son if something ain't real
Then you don't even bother
And he wasn't a saint But, I'd swear the man walked on water
Yeah and he taught me
I ain't just a long-legged hell-raising
Son of a pipelining, honky-tonk singer
Yeah, I'm an American dreamer
I'm an American dreamer
Yeah, where it's sunny
And she's got faith that can do anything
But she'll never know how much I need her
Yeah, she's an American Dreamer
Back in the sixties, well Haggard's in prison
He's thinking about writing a tune
And a guy named Armstrong was crazy enough
To think he could walk on the moon
And a preacher named King, well he had a dream
He believed we could all live as one
And a soldier somewhere is praying for peace
While he's cleaning his gun
American dreamers
And I had a father; he said son if something ain't real
Then you don't even bother
And he wasn't a saint But, I'd swear the man walked on water
Yeah and he taught me
I ain't just a long-legged hell-raising
Son of a pipelining, honky-tonk singer
Yeah, I'm an American dreamer
I'm an American dreamer
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